Odumba got run over by a redneck
Campaigning in a small town New Year's Eve
Oh, the hoodlums love him in Atlanta
But I'm sure he's got some trick up his sleeve

Liberals say he's top dawg
And he puts on such a show
Jesse Jackson ordered his castration
So he got an invitation
And met with old Jim Crow

When they found him the next morning
At the scene of the attack
There were tire marks on his forehead
And discriminating chaw bits on his back

Odumba got run over by a redneck
Campaigning in a small town last New Year's Eve
The crackers don't like him in Louisiana
I guess his supporters were naive

Dems are all so proud of their Odumba
They think he's been doin' quite swell
He won't go to no town hall
In a wheel chair pushed by Michelle

Don't cha worry 'bout Odumba
The family misses their Barack

Should they go and plunder
Or keep him rollin' down the track?

Odumba got run over by a redneck
Campaigning in a small town Christmas Eve
Guess he won't be home for Kwanzaa
But as for the Odumba's, let them grieve

Now there's a watermelon on the table
And they all chowed down like pigs
Pull out those Kwanzaa candles
Or dance around the floor in Afro-wigs

They all warned their friend and neighbors
Better watch out for those rebels
Where's the Secretary of Defense?
There's an old man in his pickup
Along with his southern belles

Odumba got run over by a redneck
Campaigning in a small town Christmas Eve
Guess he won't be home for Kwanzaa
But as for the Odumba's, let them grieve