Lost and alone in some hospital hallway,
Contractions many, but there’s no relief.
Looking for health care that she can believe in,
Looking for health care that won’t give her grief – all her life.

There’s no space for mothers and no space for babies
At this place that might have had room yesterday.
Tomorrow, they’re hoping, that things don’t get much worse
‘Cause nobody’s building today.

And no one knows what the future is holding in store;
No one read the health bill, no one knows what it’s about.
Pelosi just perused it, and Reid didn’t read it,
And now, from positions of power, they might get kicked out.

Sweet, sweet November,
Vote, vote to express
Disappointment that Congress
Got us into this mess.

Sweet, sweet November,
Think, think of the ways
That our Congress keeps proving
How incompetence pays.

Thousands give birth in Brit hospital hallways;
Patients are many, but doctors are few.
Free care is something that they don’t believe in,
Free care is something that they can see through, they’re not blind.

There are long lines behind them and longer lines in front
All waiting to schedule a simple X-ray.
The clinic won’t return calls, and voice mail recordings
Keep confirming a six-month delay.

We fear health care in the future might degenerate,
That it won’t work as well as politicians have planned.
But we needn’t worry, everything will turn out great
When Obama repeals the Law of Supply and Demand.

Sweet, sweet November,
Time, time to adjust:
To inspect our incumbents
And remove all the rust.

Sweet, sweet November,
Vote, vote with a flair.
Vote out all the incumbents
And stop ObamaCare.