We're a couple of blokes Who sometimes swap sexist jokes, But when those pollsters nose around, we quietly sip our cokes. We're a couple of guys Who won't be caught wearing ties, So if Gallup sends his group around, our mouths will be full of fries. Meet The Press would put us on the air, Thinking we've opinions we could share. But our daughters want Obama in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, While our wives think that the Clintons put Days of Our Lives to shame. So we'll pass on the fat guy with his thirty-seven chins, Yes, we'll pass on the fat guy, We must pass on the fat guy to try to save our skins.
Music & Original Lyric by Irving Berlin To 'Obama's Voting Ploys' |