We Think Like Baboons

Tune: Harry Warren's "Song of the Marines"

We think like baboons;
We act like buffoons;
Suffice it to say, we're a gaggle of gullible goons!
We're mighty maroons!
We sit around while three poltroons
Continue to pursue
The Office of the Presidency in 1992.
We lose,
Whomever we choose—
However we choose.
We might as well choose Hussein;
He's less confused, and probably more humane.
From sea to shining sea, we see a sea of lunacy,
And, come November 3rd, we'll die of terminal ennui.

What a campaign! What a show!
They're shovelin' it—
They're shovelin' it like snow!

How can they all stoop so low?
They're shovelin' it—
They're shovelin' it like snow!

The mere thought of George
Does things to my gorge;
Hillary's Bill
Makes me ill;
And who the heck can stomach Ross Perot?

They're shovelin' number two—
Shovelin' horse manure—
Shovelin' it like so much snow!
Tune: Harry Warren's The Song of the Marines

We think like baboons;
We act like buffoons;
Suffice it to say, we're a gaggle of gullible goons!
We're mighty maroons!
We sit around while three poltroons
Continue to pursue
The Office of the Presidency in 1992.
We lose,
Whomever we choose—
However we choose.
We might as well choose Hussein;
He's less confused, and probably more humane.
From sea to shining sea, we see a sea of lunacy,
And, come November 3rd, we'll die of terminal ennui.

What a campaign! What a show!
They're shovelin' it—
They're shovelin' it like snow!

How can they all stoop so low?
They're shovelin' it—
They're shovelin' it like snow!

The mere thought of George
Does things to my gorge;
Hillary's Bill
Makes me ill;
And who the heck can stomach Ross Perot?

They're shovelin' number two—
Shovelin' horse manure—
Shovelin' it like so much snow!