(With apologies to the late, great Johnny Cash)
Everybody knows where you go when the poll goes down.
I think you only want to talk to Ike Brown.
You wasted your dime on this election try, try, try.
When the polls have closed, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You lie awake at night and wait 'til the endorsements come in.
You talk about money changers oh there you go again.
Every statement that you make, says its a lie, lie, lie.
For every endorsement lost, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When Haley's been elected and you're gone home.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
Soon your 'money changers' will all be gone.
You'll wake up some day and find you're in a million dollar home.
You'll call to Jim but he's gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye,"
When Hampton turns around and walks away, you'll cry, cry, cry,
When your aimless little campaign is over, no one will laugh at you.
You'll go back to lawsuits for a little cash that's true.
Judges'll tell you no and you gonna ask them why, why, why?
When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When Haley's in office and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want Jamie there,
It'll hurt when you think of the self-financed fool you've been.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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