I’ll take three Obama’s please, three Obama’s please.
I’ll take three Obama’s, three Obama’s, three Obama’s please
we’re marching on, man have we got legs
to celebrate our favorite son —
we’re filling alleys up with empty kegs
just watching him run
the strike is over, strike up the band
there’s a new way to go across the land
ain’t it nice to know hope is in demand
and that the man is not “the man,” he’s The Man.
in fact let me buy the room a round
bartender, Obama’s for everyone!
you won’t need to chase it down
you’ll just want you another one.