Goodbye Howard Dean
You'll never make it to the fall
You're campaign tried to hold itself
But ended up short fall
Day and night rivals would work
They picked and proded at your brain
Attacked you in the caucus
You're ideals were put to shame

'(CHORUS)
It seems to me the race you ran
Was a campaign sewn in sin
Too much anger, too much hatred
For me to listen
And I would have liked to voted
That night I had my kid
Your campaign burned out despite what
Joe Trippi ever did

Iowa was tough
The toughest race you ever played
Left-Wingers created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Though you never lied
Still the press still hounded you
You put your foot in your mouth
It didn't stick, you had porcelyn shoes


Goodbye Howard
From the kid who met you at your final show
Who's ear is still in pain from that shreak, aweful, yell
Ear surgery is scheduled soon, though