This version for a more traditional sounding polka band is included here just for fun.
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[Verse 1] Call it luck, call it natural selection, When elections are near, The contenders are moving toward the starting gate, And they're already dreaming of two thousand eight. But there's one name that rises thru the chatter, All the patter, this year, Ev'ry move and ev'ry glance, Ev'ry shifting circumstance, Come and dance the Sick and Tired of Hillary Polka. [Chorus 1] We are sick, we are tired, of Hillary, Of Hillary, Of Hillary. We have lost our desire for Hillary, The thrillary's gone, It's time to move on, Just turn away-hey-hey. We are bored to the core by Hillary, By Hillary, By Hillary. We're no longer inspired by Hillary, By "Hillary's in", and "Hillary's out", and Hillary ev'ry day. And "Hillary's up" and "Hillary's down", Won't someone make it go away! [Verse 2] She's on ev'ry cable channel, She's on ev'ry TV panel; Ev'ry place you go for news, Assateague to Santa Cruz Pundits tracking ev'ry movement, Ev'ry Gallup Poll improvement, Twenty-four by seven We get play by play-hey-hey! [Chorus 2] All the talk, all the time, what Bill'd be, If Hillary ..., If Hillary ..., How absurd, ev'ry word from Hillary, Is pilloried and Is totally grand And gazed at endlessly. Have you seen, have you heard, that Hillary ..., That Hillary ..., That Hillary ..., There's a chill in our fire for Hillary. For "Hillary this" and "Hillary that", And Hillary more and more; It's making us very ill and we've really Had our fill of Hillary. |