From the Collected B. Obama
(thanks to John's "The Examiners")
When they're bailing on you left and right and you only see their bums,
You long for chums.
When you've told your Chi-Town corner thugs to: "Shake down all your mums!"
You long for chums,
When Holder's nose gets longer every time he flaps his gums,
When Rev. Wright just won't do right, though you've broken both his thumbs,
When MSNBC gets Rev. Al to beat your drums,
You long for chums, you long for chums, you long for chums.
When 'Chelle takes up the jump rope and hides your cigarettes,
It's Nicorettes.
When you're shaking and you're jumpy and so tense you kick your pets,
It's Nicorettes.
When you mooch at VFW's some ciggies from the Vets,
When the hand shake from your smoke free friend is flaccid as it gets,
When a Lucky Strike across a room confounds you with regrets,
It's Nicorettes, It's Nicorettes, It's Nicorettes.
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