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Any campaign you run, I could run better, If ev'ry hate letter I got were for you. Any dough you can raise, I could raise more, If only the stories I raised were all true. I can scrape the gutter with ev'ry word I utter. I'll make your November look like New York's September. I will do most anything Not to become a second-string ding-a-ling. Any score you can bowl, I could bowl higher So I bowl higher? What good would that do? Any hole I dig for you finds me deeper – Deeper in debt and still losing to you. Why do people hate me, curse me and berate me? I am more deserving, and not all that unnerving. I will do most anything, but Pull my damn hat out of that Goddamn ring! Any sweet talk you talk, well, I would talk sweeter, Except my personna's not near sweet as you. So if you don't quit pretty lickety splitty, I'll run out of cash and God knows what I'll do. I suppose much of this will be leaked to the pundits. Myself, I'd have shunned it, but pundits need fuel. Have I threatened you? our nation? our party? Or forecast a nastier four-year renewal?
Music & Original Lyric by Irving Berlin |