My focal lock box was no neat,
I'm trying hard to learn what's wrong.
As now I fade and not aspire,
Might be lost but I'm not gone.

I could be presidential some day,
Hardcore yearning for my share.
Both the houses could be mine to claim,
But no one seems to care.

And there's old Gray he's gone away.
Is the Rose Garden now in bloom?
And Mr. Greenspan's cuttin' lean,
He's on your TV preachin' gloom.

I could be presidential some day.
Ain't that status symbol grand?
Other's complain,
About what Bill's wife says.
Hit the skids; should be my command.

Preachers comfort souls,
I must succumb my goal.
I'll stake my chad they'll vote for me.
I fought and screamed dismay,
The race ain't far away,
We've got to change machinery.

(Dah dah dah dah....)

I could be presidential some day.
Hardcore yearning for my share.
I could be presidential some day.
Ain't that status symbol grand?