Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
I’m hunting for Obama,
With my rifle on my knee.
He promised change and rearrange,
He said Oh yes, we can
But all of it is ended up
With f*cking Polson plan
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
I’m hunting for Obama,
With my rifle on my knee.
Electors were not qualified -
Go, drown yourself ‘n da ribber
Oh, d’ya have no brains at all
To vote for f*cking nigger
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
I’m hunting for Obama,
With my rifle on my knee.
I’m going my way through and through,
Through amber waves of grain
And I’m thinking to myself
Why didn’t we choose McCain