(To be sung to Alfie, by Hal David & Burt Bacharach. If you'd like to sing along, here's a midi link which opens a second window.)
What's it all about, Tommy?
Why did Dems get such paltry few wins?
What's it all about,
When you sort it out, Tommy?
Are Dems meant to leak seats like a sieve?
Oh how did we fall behind?
Are we
Only tools aligned, Tommy,
With a Prez who's disguised as a fool?
DC life belongs
Only to the strong, Tommy.
Why did you bend when we so need a mule?
As sure as I believe
There's a heathen in charge, Tommy,
I know there's something much more,
Something even stunned progressives
Can believe in.
I believe in guts, Tommy.
Without true guts we just exist, Tommy.
Until you find the balls you've lost, you're nothing,
Tommy.
Please don't balk. Act with heart. Lead the way.
And you'll beat Rove one fine day,
Tommy,
Tommy.
