To the tune of “Talking in Your Sleep” by Crysal Gayle
It’s early in November
And it looks like it’s going to be another useless vote.
I’ve been looking at the names and getting very low,
Wondering what I can do.
They like to call us “theorists”
When we start to get a hint of what is going on,
How the deck is stacked so no one good can rise to the top.
This time I’ll take a walk:
Now let those schemers wallow in their lies.
They’ve been taking us for sheep,
Playing us for fools
Who never question,
Knowing decent folk
Would never guess that they
Could be so treacherous,
Taking us for sheep, with shearing on their minds.
They like to call us “theorists”
When we start to get a hint of what is going on,
How the deck is stacked so no one good can rise to the top.
This time I’ll take a walk:
Now let those schemers wallow in their lies.
They’ve been taking us for sheep,
Playing us for fools
Who never question,
Knowing decent folk
Would never guess that they
Could be so treacherous,
Taking us for sheep, with mutton on their minds.
They’ve been taking us for sheep.