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One state, two state
Red state, blue state.
Black state, blue state,
Old state, new state.
This one listened to rock stars.
This one cast their votes in jars.
Say! What a lot of states there are!
Yes, some are red and some are blue.
Some are glad. Some plan a coup.
Some are glad and some are mad.
Some are so split they’re almost plaid.
Why are they mad and glad and plaid?
I do not know. Go ask Baghdad.
There are some who like to run
They think it’s fun until they’ve won.
Oh me! Oh my! Oh me! Oh my!
The promises must reach the sky.
One made two and then made four.
One made six and then made more.
Can we afford it? I can’t say.
I bet our grandkids’ kids will pay.
They promised high, they promised low
They promised cash and lots of dough.
Some aimed high and some aimed low.
Some of them sound like Big Brother.
Don’t ask me why. Go ask your mother.
We do not like debates so well.
All they do is yell, yell, yell.
We do not like this noise about.
When it came on we tuned it out.
I do not like to vote by touch.
I do not like it very much.
I’d rather have a dangling chad.
At least I’d know which cad I had.
See the Deep South!
One, two, three...
How many states there do I see?
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Eight, nine, ten. There are eleven!
Eleven states that are not blue.
They wish they had eleven too!
Who am I? My name is Ted.
I would not like a smaller Fed.
That is not good, it is not right.
Those bureaucrats won’t really bite.
And if they reign them in, oh, dear!
I will be crying in my beer.
It’s fun to scream if you scream with a Dean.
My Dean can scream like anything.
I scream high and my Dean screams low,
And we are not too bad, you know.
This one, I think, is called a Wink.
He likes to sink us in the drink.
He lets us sink, and sink, and sink.
The thing in which we sink is ink.
The ink in which we sink is pink.
(To me it looks quite red, I think.)
So if you see a lot of ink,
Then you have seen a Wink on the blink.
Flip! Flop! Flip! I am a Yip.
All I like to do is flip
From campaign trip to campaign trip.
I flip from left to right and then
Flip! Flop! I flip right back again.
I like to flip all day and night
From right to left and left to right.
Why do I like to flop, flip, flop?
I do not know. Go ask your Pop.
Who am I? My name is Rums.
In my hand I have some guns.
I have these guns to scare the Huns
And their friends the French, those bums.
And now good night. It is time to rest.
Every voter did their best.
The race was lost. The race was won.
In ’08 there is another one.
Then there will be another pair
In red and blue states everywhere.
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