I have recently been listening a lot to Jim Kweskin’s Jug Band, a lively sixties group, and a verse of one of their songs, “My Gal,” captures Obama’s position tonight.
Oh a rich gal will chase you and bop you with a stick.
A poor gal will do quite the same.
My gal takes a rusty razor and runs you all over town,
But you know she raises hell just the same.
(Chorus)
I will see you in the morning if I live,
I will see you in the morning if I don’t get killed.
If I never no more come home again,
You surely will remember me.