Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Polling Booth Song

(Tune: "Whiskey Song" and ending from Mahagonny)

Oh show me the way to the next pretty mayor
Oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why
For if I don't find the next pretty mayor
I tell you I must die, I tell you I must die
I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you I must die

A fraud in Puddle City
You now must say goodbye
You've lost your dear old Portland
And must resign, oh don't ask why
A fraud in Puddle City
You now must say goodbye
You've lost the city's voters
And must resign, oh don't ask why

Oh show me the way to the next polling booth
Oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why
For if I don't find the next polling booth
I tell you I must die, I tell you I must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you I must die

A fraud in Puddle City
You now must say goodbye
You've lost your dear old Portland
And must resign, oh don't ask why

You can put a white shirt on him
You can tie a windsor on him
You can put a smile on his face
You can take a picture of him
Cannot help a fallen mayor

You can remember the good times
You can recite all the speeches
You can vote again for him
You can throw him a party
Cannot help a fallen mayor

You can forget all the lying
You can forget all the kissing
You can forget all the forging
You can pretend he's honest
Cannot help a fallen mayor

Cannot help him or you or me
Cannot help him or you or me