As the votes fly
comes a bold and bright Chicago man
and for election he now will stand
in Palmetto.
(In Palmetto.)

And the women cry.
'Cause if there's one thing they'd love to see
it's Obama in the Presidency
in Palmetto.
(In Palmetto.)

Now, people don't you understand?
We choose who will lead this land.
'Cause we won't have Bush to kick around anymore one day.
Will it be Hillary?
John McCain or Huckabee?
Or Rudy Giuliani, no
they just won't vote that way...

Well, the press returns.
And the hungry reporters with the microphones
listen to Obama's dulcet tones
in Palmetto.
(In Palmetto!)

And the hunger burns.
And John Edwards gives a speech tonight
but his voter turnout will be light
in Palmetto.
(In Palmetto!)

Then one day, in desperation
the Ron Paul kids arrive.
The crash a speech
sticker a car.
Their man does run
but he don't get far...

And then Hillary cries.
But will it be for her long hard stand?
For defeat or a victory in hand
in Palmetto?
(In Palmetto?)

And as a soldier dies...
(In Iraq, no!)

On a cold, gray Carolina morn
we hope a new President will be born...

In Palmetto.
(In Palmetto.)
So, which of these guys?
(In Palmetto.)

(In Palmetto!)

(Oh-whoa!)