You were Obama's chief of staff dude.
You bullied his agenda through.
You made folks sore. You wanted more.
You wished to gain some fame.
And though your style was mean and so rude,
There came the golden chance for you.
You'll wear the crown in your hometown.
Rahmbo, you won the game!

Rahmbo - way to go, Mayor of Chicago!
O.'s old pal Rahmbo.
Now you can feel quite smug,
Because at heart you've - always been a South Side thug.
Oh Rahmbo - feeling gaily, now you're Daley.
You are no sham-bo.
And now with your fist grasping the reins,
You'll prove that muscle shuts up brains.

(Rahm can't do Jolson's original bird calls in the music here, but he'll be more than happy to flip you the bird.)

Here come the new Al Capone.

Rahmbo - make a show up in Chicago.
It's your time, Rahmbo.
We're glad you'll get your favorite wish:
Now you can send the world dead fish!