Mitty’s woe-in’, possible defeat,
Mitty’s woe-in’—the guy might well be beat,
Mitty’s woe-in’
He can’t believe that he’s gonna lose.
He’s lookin’ good but makes ya snooze. . .
Turkey.

Mitty’s woe-in’; fightin’ hard, Ricky,
Rick is goin’ for a theocracy,
Rick ain’t crowin’, you will note, for democracy—
Follows only Holy See. . .
Boooooow!

Mitty’s showin’ plastic smile,
Mitty’s showin’ tactless guile,
Mitt ain’t showin’ winning style. . .douchey.

Mitty’s woe-in’, oy vey, vey!
Mitty’s Mormon friends can’t pay
’nuff to make him win the fray. . .pity!
So few need him, won’t treat him right
And so just maybe, he’ll lose the fight.

Mitty’s woe-in’. . .schlockmeister guy,
Mitty’s woe-in’, but he won’t cry
A la Boner, uh, that is, the Boehner way.
But the way Mitt feels—not OK.
Some time left, but it’s getting late—
Maybe a sorrow plight’s his fate.

Who will we see
Take a shot at the D.C.
Slot for the presidency?
Who knows?
Mitty’s slowin’