Election federal is where it’s all at.
Don't you know, the distinct smell of a rat.
I may act like a dog, a tail wagging fool.
Make sure that the camera, has film on the spool.
I'm about to jump in, and make a big scene.
That way, none of you, will see where I've been.
I know that my time, comes up every four.
But just before that, I'll pretend candy store.
I’ll do all the right things, I know that you want.
I’ll spend lots of tax cash, on your relief I will flaunt.
I'll keep you all poor, till election time promise.
Then smother you in, a tale of fortune and bliss.
A dream of the future, I'll spin in your mind.
But after that day, of election you'll find.
We’re all just the same, just to get what we need.
Because soon afterward, you'll pay for the seed.
That won't grow as promised, without more taxed time.
We have four more years, to fine tune our next crime.
So if you believe, in true democracy.
Forget what you feel, hear or see.
My word is as gods, you just better believe.
A politician, a man, who dares call me a thieve.
Have faith in yourself, false claimed, constitution.
Or maybe, you want, a civil revolution.
Take it up with another, I don't rightly care.
I'm elected again, four year crime your aware.