@ CK MacLeod:

This time there's no question you're right. I've changed it again.

I can't remember how I had the original last line. The rest of that stanza is a straight lift from the song.

New Lyrics for Nat King Cole

Tar balls coasting on an oily tide,
Stock slike nipping at their rears
Quid pro quos being laid by their side,
And folks aroused by job loss fears.

Everybody knows Barack and his Chicago crew,
Can't dodge John Q's sharp turn right,
They have not a clue, What oh what will they do,
To get to sleep election night?

They know the chickens are coming home,
To the roosts from which they sadly roamed,
As every mother's child asks, Why oh why,
Did we ever believe that Obamabird could fly?

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
Don't trust promises too good to be true.

@ factualizing frog:

Sort of like they detest the intention of Islamicists to kill them; but they'll defend to the death Islamicists' right to kill them.