Jack White Sings Your Favorite Christmas Songs

http://www.makemeyourvp.com LYRICS: Hey there, Obama, what’s it like at the convention? I know you don’t really know me but I hoped I’d get a mention… I’m your fan. My new tattoo says “yes we can.” So does my van. Hey there, Obama, all these books that you’ve been printin’ I just can’t believe you found the time to beat Hillary Clinton, but you did. With your smart wife and your cute kid. And other kid. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Make me your V.P. Hey there, Obama, listen, we’re the perfect ticket, you’re half white and I’m all white but we’re still black enough to stick it to McCain. Riding on a wave of Chocolate Rain. Plus, he’s insane. Hey there, Obama, it’s a shame about your pastor, now the G.O.P. will try to link you with that spiteful bastard who hates whites. Every campaign has its Reverend Wrights. And other fights. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, make me your V.P. Oh, you were born in ’63, oh, approximately. Though November seems so far away, it’s getting closer day by day. I’m so excited I can’t f**king wait. Unqualified though I might be I still have the audacity to hope you’ll pick me for your running mate. Obama, I can promise you, that by the time that we get through, the world won’t think America’s so lame and you’re to blame. Hey there, Obama, few more months of this campaign then you’ll be President, it won’t matter that your middle name’s Hussein, we’ll see it through. I’ll be your wingman, yes it’s true. We’ll invade whoever we want to. Hey there, Obama, here’s to you. This one’s for you. Oh, make me your V.P., oh, your cousin is Cheney. Oh, and that’s called irony, oh, make me your V.P. Make me your V.P. Ho oh, whoa oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh oh. Oh… Obama. To see the video we’re parodying, check out http://www.youtube .com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8