Turpentine goes down smooth and fine.
There's no good stuff when Romneys dine.
Just one coddle
Buys one bottle.
What a thrill to swill my turpentine!
My gut needed a new liver there
So I got in line for Obamacare.
For one inflated billion
I moved up one million
For the liver of an HIV au pair.
I got my new liver for hepatitis
But the surgeons found I had gastritis.
My stomach was shot
From drinking a lot
Of the elixir of His Lordship, The Highest.
For a new stomach I now got in line.
It cost a trillion to move up and save time.
I didn't have a trillion
So my number was eight million
For the stomach of a chimp or a swine.
I finally was reaching the end
When something rounded the hall's bend.
A death panel, it was
And grabbed me because
They had need of my knees for Barack's friend.
Dear God, I pray: Give me one more chance
To go back and give Romney a longer glance.
I see now Obama
Caused so much trauma
And without my knees, how will I dance?
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