Dedicated to Rick Santorum and similarly situated Republican incumbents
Once upon a time your future looked fine
You'd think from time to time
"The oval office could be mine"
Didn't you?
You felt so tall
The lobbyists would call
And you loved to tell 'em all
How the liberals will fall
Ain't it true?
You used to laugh and joke
That the Democrats were weak and broke
Now you don't talk so loud
Now your head looks somewhat bowed
And you're hopin' and you're prayin' there's enough votes you can steal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be out of luck
Your poll numbers suck
Sinking in the muck
Like a wounded duck