I worked out a great campaign
Till Dubya's lawyers came
And threw out my votes again
I was the winner I am quite certain
I know the true intent of those behind the curtain
December 12, the Supreme Court fell
That's a night I remember oh so well
The night they
drove old Al Gore down
All the pundits were grieving
The night they drove old Al Gore down
Jesse Jackson's still believing
They went, "Waah, waah-waah, waah-waah-waah
Waah-waah waah-waah, waah-waah waah-waah-waah"
Back with
Tipper in Tennessee
When one day she calls to me
Albert, quick come see
There goes another Bushie
Now I don't mind mendin' fences
I'm not quite in my right senses
You can take the Midwest, even take Kentucky
But they never should have taken my state from me!
The night they
drove old Al Gore down
The Democrats were shouting
The night they drove old Al Gore down
Paul Begala couldn't stop pouting
They went, "Waah, waah-waah, waah-waah-waah
Waah-waah waah-waah, waah-waah waah-waah-waah"
Like my father
before me, I am a DC man,
Like my father above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just 62, proud and brave,
When a GOP dog dug his political grave,
I swear by the chads down below my feet,
You can't keep a Gore down even in defeat.
The night they
drove old Al Gore down
Despite David Boies' fees
The night they drove old Al Gore down
Despite Paul Krugman's pleas
They went, "Waah, waah-waah, waah-waah-waah
Waah-waah waah-waah, waah-waah waah-waah-waah"
- with apologies to
Joan Baez, et.al.
embedded midi version of:
"The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down."
Still whining after all these years
. . .
