Simple Simon dives into a vat of home-made wine,

tries to organize the grapes to jump back on the vine,

never gets an answer - as he sinks we give a cheer,

dream about tomorrow then we drink another beer.

Mary Lou writes book of love and sells them on the street,

people read them late at night and make their life complete,

wishing they were on the page in someone else's time,

screaming in their sleep in silent words of tragic mime.

T.C smirks and rides his bike across the White House lawn,

makes a vow to Jesus Christ that Saturday at dawn

prophesies will come to pass and rumors lay to rest,

feels his fingers quiver touching buttons on his vest.

meanwhile at the ranch a macho dude is kicking butt,

throws the local bully out and fucks the village slut,

looks around for something new and spies a feather bed,

lays down on his back and chants a slogan: give me head.

Back at channel sixty-nine the cameraman condoned,

beams out live to every feed: the congressman is stoned,

promises a tax on every stinking dirty mine,

runs into the dressing room and sucks another line.

Later at the feeding trough the senator is smug,

what a laugh! That kid from Idaho is in a fug,

thinking he can make a change coz people told him so?

Buy him off, he'll toe the line, it's ME who runs the show.

Damn the people dying now because we voted yes,

screw the stupid atmosphere and screw the global mess,

damn the unemployed - they pay no taxes, can't you see?

Screw the world - it's Sunday football time - Hey! Vote For Me!