So long, Howard Dean!
I never thought you'd run so far aground.
Who's the main eccentric
Since you are not around?
Who'll come on the scene
Now that they have tallied up the slate?
Who'll let out a rebel yell
During a roll call of the States?

(CHORUS)
Well, it looks like you ran your campaign
Like a clone of Daffy Duck
Always choosing simply
To disregard your rotten luck.
And though you may have blown it,
Here's looking at you, kid.
Your money ran out long before
Your moxie ever did.

So long, Howard Dean
We don't have you to pick on anymore
But thank you for reminding us
What a Democrat is for.
Even if we didn't
Quite take your prescription we agree
That your diagnosis stands:
We're sick and tired of that false Dmitri.

(CHORUS)
Well, it looks like you ran your campaign
Like a clone of Daffy Duck
Always choosing simply
To disregard your bottom luck
And though you may have blown it,
Here's looking at you, kid
Your money ran out long before
Your moxie ever did.

You haven't really blown it,
So you'll be fighting still
Your plan A fizzled long before
Your moxie ever will.