Don't Cry For Me, Pennsylvania Multiple pleas from old Arlen Specter Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania. Loyalty isn't my thing. I still am hellbent To not represent The fools who elected me king. Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania. Democrats cannot resist The hope that I'll vote To not rock their boat Without someone slapping my wrist. Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania. I'm a dubious kind of a dish. Ignore the head count; My support's tantamount To a mouthful of bones with the fish. Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania. Pathetic is my normal look My bemused appearance Masks the incoherence Of a seventy-eight year-old schnook.
Bob Carlson |