Come On and Shill For Me, Bill!

Obama sings a song to the man who is arguably his most ardent supporter:

Bill,
I loathe you so, I always will.
I look at you and see ambition all the way.
Hey,
But am I really gonna win come Voting Day?
You were the one stood beside me
At the convention.
You told a whole raft of lies
I hope no one will mention.
But kudos and smoke won't select me
Till they elect me, Bill.

I loathe you so, I always will.
But in your voice they hear a flush economy.
Me?
I've made a mess of ev'ry measure they can see.
You are now on my side, Bill;
Your motive's not hidden.
You want your wife in the White House
Doin' your biddin'.
But kudos and smoke won't select me
Till they elect me, Bill.

I loathe you so, I always will.
But your devotion may help push me past the gate.
Fate
Has forced the two of us to put aside our hate.
Come on, Bill.
Oh, come on, Bill.
Come on and shill for, Bill.
I got the Voting Day blues.
Please shill for me, Bill.
I got the Voting Day blues.
Shill for me, Bill!...