[Intro: Ian Kibbe and Obama Girl]
Hey Obama girl, how you doin?
Oh hey pizza supreme, just chillin'
Hey, I need your help
I've just fallen in love with Barack Obama
Yeah, I know how that is
I'm in Chicago and I just gotta find him and let him know
Well, what do you need him to know?
I wanna be his mate, his running mate
That's serious business
But I know, I got all the right ingredients
That's pretty cheesy
Yo, cheese is all I know

[Verse 1: Ian Kibbe]
You're gonna need a partner, and a running mate
I'm hot from the oven, I'm great in debate
I keep a tight curly hair in a tiny locket
And a picture of you inside my pizza pocket
You represent hope and a brand new day
The other candidates smell like a wet toupée
You're funk and fresh, they're just cliché
You're the hot butter, they're just a [?]
You look muscular like you work out in gyms
And if you get hungry you can eat one of my limbs
I heard chilli is your favourite food
You must never met a pizza with such attitude
You'll be [?], and I'll be [?]
You'll be the mountain, I'll be the goats
You be the [?], I'll be the floats
You got the charm, I'll get the votes
[Chorus: Brittany Sheets & Ian Kibbe]
Hey Barack, don't you dare stop
Gonna rock your campaign till the beat drop
Pizza, Barack, and Obama girl
Gonna take this party into the new world
Hey Barack, you need a V.P. and the man for the job is pizza supreme
Imma pizza, you're a black man
Can we win this election? Yes we can

[Verse 2: Ian Kibbe]
Yo, did I mention that I have a very strong following among college students
And I also pose strongly with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
And the elderly
Went to your bookstore, and your barber shop
I saved you from some bandits with a Karate chop
Went to your headquarters and I stood outside
I want you and me to march for pizza pride
Went to the place where you first kissed ya wife
Who knew a Baskin Robins could change your life?
To be in politics I need a family of my own
But I'm not to worry cause I'm dating a Calzone
You wrote a couple books, I read them all
I bought em with Oprah when we went to the mall
Now I'm writing bout my struggle with a oregano
And how he kept me on the streets, always needin' dough
Everybody likes pizza, I'm the perfect meal
They love my butter crust and my sex appeal
People say you're black when they look at your face
But when I look at your eyes I see the United States
[Chorus: Brittany Sheets & Ian Kibbe]
Hey Barack, don't you dare stop
Gonna rock your campaign till the beat drop
It's undeniable I'd be the perfect V.P
You and me, Obama supreme on the marque
Hey Barack, you need a V.P. and the man for the job is pizza supreme
Imma pizza, you're a black man
Can we win this election? Yes we can

[Bridge: Ian Kibbe]
Yo, you and me Obama
Went to the Quantum Leaf
You're like- you're like Scott Bakula
And I'm like that other guy with that fancy calculator
It's gonna be just like that movie Deep Impact
When Sammy lil Jackson was president
Oh, I mean uh Morgan Freeman
And that Harvard kid Toby Maguire
Wait- shit, whatever, you know what I mean

[Outro: Obama Girl]
Pizza, you so crazy