They've got lots to say; they're going strong.
Gone away are those whose shots were long.
Here comes the big fight
To attain the house White.
No one knows
Till the polls close.

Here comes "Super Tuesday."
That name's lame, I'm tellin' you,
As are the candidates who bray,
Trying to convince you.

I question what any will do for me,
Because I don't own a big company.
Nothing will be changed
Because D.C is deranged, a total loss.
Meet the new boss.

Here comes "Super Tuesday."
Who can hang a chad on you?
Meanwhile all the candidates bray,
Trying to bullshit you.

Well, it's time to choose, it's the big day.
Or perhaps you should just stay away.
Lying are the slime;
Losers we who choose the worst in line.
At least next time. . .

Goodbye, boozy-doom fate,
We'll have seen the last of you.
You're deranged; post-2008
No one sane will miss you.

Goodbye, Duce goon-flake.
I pity who follows you
Aegean Stables, piece of cake
Next to what s/he must do.