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Somewhere there's an Iraqi Who would vote For someone that he'd heard of Before they destroyed his remote. Someday that same Iraqi – Can't say who, Or they'll blow him to pieces, Prob'ly his family, too – Someday he'll say whose name it was He wrote in over one he wasn't pleased with Relying on someone with clout Not to throw his write-in out And substitute the one he's so displeased with. Freedom, that's what he longed for Even then, When he voted for Kerry Dreaming of what might have been. If Iraqis who are dying Manage to send Junior flying, Why, oh why, can't I?
Music by Harold Arlen |