I'm running against a woman who's got David Axelrod and Rahm Emanuel running her campaign.

Every Saturday we work in the yard, pick up the dog doo, hope that it's hard.

Inside the silence is a melody.

We keep grinning 'til the weekend comes, just a pinch between your cheek and gum, all night long.

Now I'm running against a woman who, my God, that's all she talks about. Our true heroes, it's the last thing in the world they talk about.

I'm making records, my fans they can't wait. They write me letters, tell me I'm great.

I probably hold more town halls than any member of Congress.