Democrat pixie of the ‘64 race
Melodramatic mixing up, but fell into place
It might be different
If we counted the dead
I might be pissed off, or I might be off base

Conventional wisdom had me losing to George
I might not represent you, but I won’t be ignored
I’ll send up Millhouse
And watch him react
I’m a dirty trickster, but at least you’re not bored

I never wanted to be malicious
I only wanted to keep the spotlight on

It’s true, I don’t play to lose
And if I still do
I’m incredibly shrewd
At playing a ruse
They get who they’ve chosen
And by the same token
The bastards have spoken

(as a) Republican strategist with sardonic wit
(I) had a supplicants candor but a devilish twist
It was all too easy
To trick Tricky Dick
Delightfully fitting, to see him have a fit

Fool Hearted Donald was the replacement he found
He took what I started and ran it into the ground
I was cringing
And you were unhinging
When you opened up the gate and inevitably drowned

Careening ‘round the corner of influence
I merely tickled the crowds conclusions

It’s true, I don’t play to lose
And if I still do
I’m incredibly shrewd
At playing a ruse
They get who they’ve chosen
And by the same token
The bastards have spoken

It’s true, I don’t play to lose
And if I still do
I’m incredibly shrewd
At playing a ruse
They get who they’ve chosen
And by the same token
The bastards have spoken