Someone had the right idea out in Iowa.
Palo Alto County had its own
straw poll.
Folks who listened to their radio
were told to flush their toilets
so their candidate might
win the Super Bowl.
Folks in Emmitsburg
have got things in perspective
and good common sense
that they rely upon.
When the beaming smiles
and golden throats
come shaking hands and
begging votes.
The folks in Emmitsburg
head for the John.
If you love that politician, pull the chain.
Send a world of war
and trouble down the drain.
It's the road to satisfaction.
It's a natural reaction.
If you love that politician,
pull the chain.
If you like the things he said,
use your head
You can show the world
you think he's thoroughbred
Choose a favorite son or daughter
with a little running water
If you like the things he said,
use your head
Do you get that familiar feelin'
When you hear the things he say
When the hum their familiar tunes,
Do your thoughts all turn to prunes,
Are you headed for Hernando's hideaway?
If the man gets through to you,
use your lube,
If he is not number one,
he's number two,
He's the greatest guy on earth,
why don't you show him what he's worth,
If the man gets through to you,
use your lube.
Do you get that familiar feeling
When you hear those
things they say?
When they hum those familiar tunes
Do your thoughts all churn to prunes?
Are you headed for Hernando's hideaway?
If you love that father jishon
Pull the chain, pull the chain
Send the world of woe
and trouble down the drain
It's the road to satisfaction,
it's a natural reaction
If you love that politician, pull the chain
When you see the ruling gentry,
well, the answer's elementary
If you love that politician,
pull the chain