Little
Chads
There was a little chad on my voter’s card.
I meant to poke it out, but I didn’t push real hard.
I voted for George Bush, or maybe it was Gore.
I need to call my lawyer, 'cause I want to vote once
more.
Pimpled, dimpled, pregnant chads
Are causin' quite a fuss.
How many times to count them,
'Til we call him President Bush?
The people that designed that card,
They need a good hide-tannin',
'Cause I found out later
That I voted for Pat Buchanan!
Those chads a-swingin'.
It's just a-hangin'.
Little chads, you’ve caused me problems.
And problems galore.
The Republicans, they all hate my guts.
And I’m being sued by Gore.
Those chads a-swingin'.
(Spoken during instrumental break:)
What we need is a little Regis Philbin in every voting
booth,
Askin' questions like: "Is that your final answer?"
Or maybe have Rush Limbaugh handpick the next president.
Sounds fair to me!
It's a-swingin'.
My chads a-swingin'.
Little chads, you’ve caused me problems.
And problems galore.
The Republicans, they all hate my guts.
And I’m being sued by Gore.
Those chads a-swingin'.
Who I voted for
The Lord, He only knows.
I tried to punch it out,
But those little bitty holes.
When all the votes are counted,
Counted now and later,
We may be callin' our President
"President Ralph Nader"
It's a-swingin'.
I hope that chad's a-swingin'.
Little chads, you’ve caused me problems.
And problems galore.
The Republicans, they all hate my guts.
And I’m being sued by Gore.
Those chads a-swingin'.
Little chads, you’ve caused me problems,
And problems galore.
The Republicans, they all hate my guts.
And I’m being sued by Gore.
Those chads a-swingin'.
(Spoken:)
See that little glimmer of light...
Yep, there's a little glimmer of light...
Yep, it's a-swingin'
(fade)
