When I first looked at politics
Back in the middle ages
There was accepted wisdom
That was spoken by the sages
Those learned men wrote essays
Which they passed to their descendants
You can’t win with the right or left
You need the independents
Those groovy swinging voters
Of whom everybody speaks
Hardly pay attention
Till the very final weeks
And with our body politic
So evenly divided
Each campaign needs a strategy
To charm the undecided
Now they say that you’re sagacious
When you’re winning streak is long
But this time I’ve concluded
That those sages have it wrong
There’s no one in the nation
(There’s a pundit that I’m quoting)
Who doesn’t know today
The very way that they’ll be voting
The Don could be convicted
Or declare that he is royal
He wouldn’t lose a vote
Because his voters are so loyal
Joe can keep repeating
That inflation isn’t bad
He could start another dozen wars
It wouldn’t change a chad
Opinions that I render
May be subject to derision
But I don’t care a whit
And that’s my—final decision
