You might have gone far as a dealer selling cars But, you had this monumental ambition You never held a job except for playing to the mob But, for this you had a keen intuition You appeared to be a man with a mission . . . With the makings of a . . . politician You found yourself rejoicin' at the sound of your own voice With a strong appetite for recognition To bolster your appeal you made a thousand backroom deals Without the least little sign of contrition You said you were a man with a mission . . . You low-down dirty politician 'Cause we remember what you said And the way that you mislead us In a speach somebody wrote Just to coin some fancy quote But, let me tell you this, now You'll never find no bliss Because without us here to vote You know, your plans will never float
So, Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Ya dirty politician Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (Listen to ya') Ya dirty politician Ya low-down dirty politician
You say, "Power to the people," but the people are just the pawns And to you we're just an imposition So, you promise everything but carefully tuck away the strings And tell us all to trust in your position But, you better heed this admonition 'Cause we're the jurors of this inquisition . . . Ya low-down dirty politician
"Cause we remember . . .
So, when the voting has been done and the race is lost or won Do you think we might have a short intermission? Some time without the news of these political blues Some time to sing a song or go fishin' To make up for the things we've been missin' Without a mention of you dirty politicians
"My fellow Americans . . . The next president . . . Blah, blah . . .
"Dirty Politician" Live @ the 5 Spot. East Nashville.TN.