In forty-two days - the world we will amaze.
We will once again make our selections.
We'll go to the polls - and then we'll express our goals
As we're voting in the midterm elections.

Oh there is no high road - they all use the low road
As all rip each other with slander.
It's hateful and mean - and nobody comes out clean
As to all our darkest fears they will pander.

It seems such a crime - for this year is a time
That they all should be sticking to issues.
We need answers strong - not the same old dance and song
And the phony tears they wipe with their tissues.

Oh you keep the left wing - and you keep the right wing.
We're fearing there isn't a middle.
But it would be great - if they just would legislate
And dispense with all the fiddle and diddle.

Real folks are involved - and they want problems solved.
They are massing for voting deployment.
While up in D.C. - they're ignoring you and me,
Bragging that they'll never face unemployment.

With mad voters out there - there isn't a safe chair.
The "babe" might get pitched "with the water".
We've had enough chants - and the commentator's rants,
So we say just do the job that you "oughter"!