Shabby Daddy

Lyrics

Talk of the town these days is politics
Every Tricky Dicky is up to their dirty tricks
It started long ago and way, way back when
The first politician learned to count to ten

Well, they're lightin' up their stogies and they're shakin' all our hands
And they're kissin' all the babies and they're makin' all their plans
Well, they're jammin' up my TV, every time I turn around
Every clown with a microphone is chasin' 'em down

Politics - makes strange bedfellows
But in my case - it don't make a lot of difference at all

Talk of the town these days is Super PACs
With what they got goin' on, we all better watch our backs
The one percent follows up and down the party lines
But it don't really matter to us ninety-nines

Well, they're workin' all their mojo so we all bleed red or blue
When they don't really give a you-know-what 'bout me or you
Well, they're raisin' lots of money and they're flyin' town to town
When they outta take the night train and boogie on down

Politics - makes strange bedfellows
But in my case - it don't make no damn difference at all

- GUITAR SOLO -

Talk of the town these days is delegates
Stack 'em up and count 'em, all we get is a deficit
And that's why come election day, the story that I'll tell
Is "The day I vote for any of 'em is a cold day down in hell!"

Well, they're smilin' at the podium and they're runnin' 'round like ants
And they're grabbin' all the swing votes they can stuff inside their pants
Well, they're buyin' up the ad space and they're knockin' at my door
And they're robo-callin' 'til I just can't take it any more

Politics - makes strange bedfellows
But in my case - it don't get a whole lot stranger than this

Words/Music - Craig Slowinski
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