I came to town to cast a vote,
and I took with me, my party choice,
But then I seemed to hear a haunting cry,
"Beware Ye lad, of the Hangin' Chad,
The Hangin' Chad is a monster bad,
Don't be taken in,
By The Hangin' Chad"

I went inside the polling place,
There to sound my patriotic voice,
But again, I heard that haunting cry,
"Best beware Ye lad, of the Hangin' Chad,
The Hangin' Chad on the ballot pad,
Don't get cancelled out,
By The Hangin' Chad"

I stepped into the voting booth,
The curtain closed, and I heard a noise,
Once again, it came that echo'd call,
And my hand began to shake real bad,
So mesmerized by the thoughts I had,
Manifested fears,
Of The Hangin' Chad

I told myself, I'll not give in,
The Hangin' Chad ain't gonna' win,
So I punched the holes, and I punched 'em bad,
Then I punched again, I was gettin' mad,
Had to make damn sure,
No Hangin' Chad....

Now, I know there won't be a Hangin' Chad,
No Hangin' Chad...No Hangin' Chad,
No Hangin' Chad..