The Election-Day Blues

Written May 31, 2024

 

I’m feeling mighty down.

Don’t ya see my ugly frown?

No use getting out of town.

Trouble is all around.

I’m gonna have to pick a clown.

It’s a national shakedown.

Yeah, I’ve got the election-day blues.

 

I ain’t got no choice.

Can’t really exercise my voice.

Either I can vote for a chump.

Rather have a stomach pump.

But then there is no defense

To elect one who talks nonsense.

Can’t you see why I’ve got the election-day blues?

 

They tell me, man, you gotta pick one.

That’s how it’s always been done.

Instead, I’m feeling mortified.

For this, men fought and died?

There’s got to be a better way.

Maybe head to Paraguay.

Oh, dear, I’m feeling the election-day blues.

 

How’d we get in this mess?

Whole country’s in distress

Chump or clown. That’s your pick.

It’s absolutely prehistoric.

We survived a pandemic.

I’m afraid this is systemic.

I can’t get rid of these election-day blues.

 

I ain’t got no solution.

Don’t want no revolution.

For the sake of humanity,

Let’s end this insanity.

What we need is a hero.

Instead, we got zero.

Trying to shake these election-day blues.