Swing State
Blues
They call us undecided;
We’re
still sitting pretty on the split-rail fence.
The electorate’s divided,
All
these ads have made us ornery and tense.
As the pundits have confided,
We
Tarheels are recalcitrantly dense.
To messages from both camps,
We
plug our ears and hold our breath and bitch.
One guy is king of food stamps.
The
other guy is very, very rich.
They’re GOP and Dem champs,
But
we don’t know which is which.
We’ve got the swing state blues
We
don’t read the news
We’ve
got the swing state blues
We
refuse to choose
We’ve
got the swing state blues.
Government should be smaller:
Keep
your hands off my old granny’s Medicare.
If Rush takes another caller,
I’ll
tell him that he’s choking on hot air.
If Reverend Al were taller,
I’d
make him eat Clint Eastwood’s empty chair.
Barack saved General Motors,
But
Mitt Romney keeps the immigrants at bay.
Black helicopter rotors
Remind
us that they’ll take our guns away.
Low-information voters?
We
know enough to stay at home election day.
We’ve got the swing state blues
We
don’t read the news
We’ve
got the swing state blues
We
refuse to choose
Reconquer
Indochina,
Plus
Mecca and Medina . . .
Stay
out of my vagina!
We’ve
got the North Carolina
Swing
State Blues.
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