A man walks down the street
He says why am I far to the left now
Why am I far to the left
The rest of the ballots are so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot of redemption
Don't want to end up a politician in a politician graveyard
Mudslinger Mudslinger
ballots to the sunlight
far away my hanging chad
Mr. Dubya Bush Dubya Bush
Get these Repub's away from me
Ya know, don't think I won't be sue'n anymore

If you finance my campaign, I can be your long lost pal
I can call your favors
And favors, when you call me
You can call me Al, can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why is he short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And why his words are so wrong
Where's his pocket dictionary
What if I lose here
Who'll be my star lawyer
Now that the lawyers are
Gone Gone
He tracked back down the ballot
With some roly-poly little dimpled chads
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you finance my campaign, I can be your long lost pal
I can call your favors
And favors, when you call me
You can call me Al, can call me Al

A man looks down the vote
It's a vote in a strange count
Maybe it's the Third count
Maybe it's the first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He knows no current leaders
He is a Texan man
He is surrounded by the sound
the sound
Jackson in the marketplace
spatterings and misconceptions
He looks around, around
He sees chads in the architecture
hanging in infinity
He says haha, I won!

If you finance my campaign, I can be your long lost pal
I can call your favors
And favors, when you call me
You can call me Al, can call me Al