Election Year Rag (Steve Goodman) Come on baby, wontcha take a chance Your papa's gonna show you a brand new dance Come on down, now, dontcha be no drag, And do that election year rag Its two steps to the left and two to the right Then you stand in the middle and hold on tight Shuffle on down, now--don't you lag-- Do that election year rag. Jump on that old band wagon, now here's what you're gonna do: Go down to your precinct captain's house this mornin' And scarf up some lame duck stew... Don't you cry, don't shed no tears You know it only comes around every four years I'm your dark horse, and you're my nag Do that election year rag If you feel like you need a score card You really don't have to fuss Ya know the winner is always somebody else And the loser is always us Wontcha shake it to the east Shake it to the west Hand me down my bullet-proof vest It's nobody's choice and it's anybody's guess Do that election--(there ain't no selection--) Do that election-year rag! TK
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