(sung to the tune of Phil Ochs’ immortal 60s song: Love Me, I’m A Lib-er-al)
Oh I got you some crappy health care
But I can always revoke it next year
And I talked about jobs and energy
Cause it was what you wanted to hear
But don’t ask me to tax the Rich folks
I think you’ve had too many beers
Just Love Me, Love Me, Love Me
I’m a Dem-o-Crat
Oh I can see both sides of an issue
It’s called making the bad guys my friend
Cause you never get nowhere with vinegar
I call it a means to an end
And I know you’ll always vote for me
So I know I can always pretend
Oh Love Me, Love Me, Love Me
I’m a Dem-o-Crat
I know there’s some radicals out there
That’s why I ripped ACORN in half
Cause I’ve got my own network of activists
When I go to their meetings they kiss my ass
And if you get out the vote in November
You might get a job on my staff
So Love Me, Love Me, Love Me
I’m a Dem-o-Crat
Now the workers are getting excited
They want me to take up their case
And the poor people want all their programs
They want me to stop the disgrace
But I’m not going to go crazy
Cause my opponent will get in my face
Please Love Me, Love Me, Love Me
I’m a Dem-o-Crat
Now there’s whackos like Ralph Nader
And that Prog Party guy in Vermont
Saying unions should be supported
What the Hell do you figure they want?
It’s not like they can get elected
So I don’t have to give-in to their taunts
Cause I know you’ll Love Me and Vote For Me
I’m a Dem-o-Crat
Now just forget about what I campaigned on
Never mind that I act like a shit
I’m just doing my best for my country
Why are you people pitching a fit?
And when you ask where I stand on class warfare
Well I guess I’m on both sides of it
So Love Me, Love Me, Love Me
I’m a Dem-o-crap
Peter Buknatski
Montpelier, Vt.
Would definitely appreciate this version Petey. And how’d you know that was one of my favorite songs? My mom and I used to belt out the Phil Ochs version together doing chores back in the sixties (hopefully no one was listening!) when I was barely old enough to get it. You’ve done it justice, Petey. Does make one a little discouraged though doesn’t it: the more things change the more they stay the same.
Well at least those Occupiers are singing their own kind of “I ain’t a marchin’ anymore” these days.
😉
So familiar . .
So familiar . . .
Can’t quite place it . . .
. . . but . . . I’m pretty sure that in 1981 I was sent home from school after wearing a T-shirt the guy on the left sold me. The other guy looks like a classmate from my graduate studies at the Guantanamo School of Medicine.
Anyone else feeling old?