Party Pity
I am not a crook
I heard the head guy say
Behind his peace sign fingers
To hold the wolves at bay.
We rose up on our haunches
To boot him down the road
Thought the other party
Would surely bear the load.
I did not have sex with that woman
The ladies man would swear
While he held up air traffic
So someone could cut his hair.
So we rose up on our haunches
To boot him down the road
Thought the other party
Would surely bear the load.
We cheered when smaller government
Reduced the welfare state
While politicians padded pockets
And wrote themselves a raise.
Now we rise upon our haunches
To boot them down the road
And they go laughing to the bank
Carrying our gold.
Free enterprise our treasure
Outdated minimum wage
While our children drive their beemers
And our workers starve and age.
Again upon our haunches
To boot them down the road
When will we learn partisan politics
Are not a princely toad.