Election Year Rag - Steve Goodman

Come on babe, won’t you take a chance

Your papa’s gonna show you a brand new dance

You shuffle on down, now don’t you be no drag

And do that Election Year Rag

You take two steps to the left and two steps to the right

And then you stand in the middle and you hang on tight

And come on down now, don’t you lag

And do that Election Year Rag

Jump on that old bandwagon

Here’s what we’re gonna do:

Go down to the Precinct Captain’s house this morning

And scarf up some lame duck stew

Well, don’t you cry, don’t shed no tears

You know it only comes around every four years

And I’m your dark horse and you’re my nag

Do that Election Year Rag

If you feel like you need a score card

Well, you really don’t have to fuss

You know the winner’s always somebody else

And the loser is always us

And it’s shake it to the East, shake it to the West

Hand me down my bullet-proof vest

It’s nobody’s choice and it’s anybody’s guess

And do that Election

There ain’t no selection

And do that Election Year Rag