To the tune of "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down"
Herman Cain is his name
and he served on the Teabag Train
Till Karl Rove's cavalry came
and tore up the tracks again.
In the summer of '85, he was hungry, just barely alive
till a restaurant clerk told him "no"
It was a time, he remembers not so well...
the night they drove old Herman down
and our ears were ringing
the night they drove old Herman down
and the pundits went
"na, na, na, na, na nawwww"
Back with his wife in Tennessee, one day she called to me
Herman quick come see, here comes mitt romneyyyy
Now i don't mind chopping wood,
And i don't care, if his pizza's no good
Just buy his book if you must
But they should never have run the very worst...
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