COUNTRY'S IN A FIX

The country's in a fix of dirty tricks and politics. We're between and we're betwixt and nothing clicks. Nothing clicks.
Back in days of yore when Clinton ran the store we had more than we ever had before. There were jobs galore. Bill was keeping score. Bill was keeping score.

Only way was up. Frisky as a pup. No trouble with the bubble. It was double double. Stocks were doing splits. Now we're in a fiscal fritz. In a fiscal fritz. In a fiscal fritz.

Don't know why or how. Something happened to the Dow. It ain't the same Dow now. Somebody milked the cow. The cash cow has been milked. The public has been bilked. The public has been bilked.

Now look who's undoing things. Look who's pulling strings. A bunch of ding-a-lings. A bunch of ding-a-lings.

The country's in a mess. In a state of deep distress. It's anybody's guess. When will someone be found to turn it all around? To turn it all around. To turn it all around.

That's the way it is. The country's out of biz. The soda's lost its fizz. That's the way it is. That's the way it is.

We can even up the score. We can take back the store. We can do even more. Push Bush out the door. Push Bush out the door.