I’m sure you’re relieved To hear the great news; The mayor will run To fill his own shoes. He’s done a great job, I’m sure it’s agreed; The jewel of a nation As mayor he leads. Overlook all the crime, And the jobs that were pared, And the people who’ve left So their lives could be spared, And you’ll find a great city That’s second to none; Except maybe Bagdad Which has fewer guns. The last time he ran ‘twas a bit of a strain; His opponent was sharp, Not in name but in brain. And he’ll face him again, A Rhodes Scholar is he; At an Ivy League college He got his degree. So the voters will vote On the choices they can; Cory Booker, is one, Or Sharpe James once again. Twenty years the incumbent Has watched Newark die; Despite every promise, Every promise a lie. Does anyone care That the city’s long gone; Surrendered its greatness To an urban blight dawn? A wasteland of promise, A wasteland of greed; In the streets there is pathos, In the streets there is need. When opportunity knocks, They say fortune’s met; Opportunity’s knocking, Will the voters forget?.