To a White House Near You!
The voters asked, and Chicago listened. America cannot wait for the change promised by Chicago’s Top Boy, Barack Obama. The brand new musical “Chicago Boyz” is destined to take the White House by storm. Politics in that once Southern town of Washington DC is about to experience “radical” change. It’s “Chicago Boyz” starring President-elect Barack Obama, his dancing Chief-of-Staff, Rahm Emanuel and the rest of the gang of side steppers.
The voters voted for “Chicago Boyz!” The voters voted for the Winds of Chicago’s change. The voters can hardly wait for the other shoe to drop and the excitement to begin. They want something to take their minds off the miserable economy, the War on Terror, and the imminent threat of being blown up by Islamists. Bring on the delusion of fun and games; bring on the new mid-western morality of the “Chicago Boyz.”
This is NOT New York City; this is NOT “The Sopranos,” implies “The New Yorker.” And, this is NOT beanbag! It is Chicago Boyz’s own political machine come to Washington – to stay and play, and to “Pay to Play!” It’s the Chicago Boyz Way!
Sit back and enjoy the songs and dancing of Chicago Boy Governor Blago as he audaciously struts his stuff. Watch the fiery antics of Jeremiah “The Bullfrog” Wright, minister to Chicago’s “Christian” Chicago Boyz, as he calls upon God from his own pulpit, to damn America. See Senator Wannabees explaining how they go about buying a United States Senate seat in “Chicago Boyz.” Listen to Congressman Jesse Jackson explain how he did nothing wrong and is guiltless. Hear a Chicago Boyz father, the very Reverend Jesse Jackson, tell how he would never attempt to shake-down a Chicago politican for financial gain, much less political advantage for his own son. Hear the warblings of Tony Rezko, bagman to Chicago’s top Chicago Boyz, as he “sings like a bird” his favorite song of “Chicago, Chicago,” his hometown:
That toddlin’ town
I’ll show you around, I love it
Bet your bottom dollar
You’ll lose the blues
In Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday
Could not shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just wanna say
They do thing’s
They don’t do on Broadway, say
They have the time
The time or their life
I saw a man
He danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, my home town