Ed Murrow rolls in his grave
War coverage and all that he gave
And what two-bit hack
Lift and reads his act?
Keith Olbermahn, NBC's knave

At the Democratic convention

Crowd
O Bamma Hey Bamma Bamma Bamma O
Bamma Hey Bamma O Bamma
Hey B O, B O won't you try to glow?
Bamma O Bamma Hey Superstar

Clinton
Tell the gaggle to be quiet
We anticipate a riot
This wacko crowd
Is much too loud
Tell the mob who sing your song
That they are fools and they are wrong
They are a curse
They should disperse

Crowd
O Bamma Hey Bamma Bamma Bamma O
Bamma Hey Bamma O Bamma
Hey B O, B O with that light you're aglow
Bamma O Bamma Hey Superstar

Obama
Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd?
Nothing can be done to stop the shouting
If ev'ry tongue was still the chants would still continue
The cooks themselves will start to sing:

Crowd
O Bamma Hey Bamma Bamma Bamma O
Bamma Hey Bamma O Bamma
Hey B O, B O you won't fight Big 'O'
Bamma O Bamma Hey Superstar

Michelle
We are here to pray for Hope
Not you whitey, you are a dope
We're here for Change
We know that's strange
This is the America for which I'm proud
Don't Obama look good in a shroud?
Get off my back
White racist hack

Crowd, with Obama
O Bamma Hey Bamma Bamma Bamma O
Bamma Hey Bamma O Bamma
Hey B O, B O you own us you know
Bamma O Bamma Hey Superstar