And here's to you, Mr. Albert Gore
you are more stiff then one could know (wo, wo, wo)
your a slease, Mr. Albert Gore
you never had a prayer in novemeber
(hey, hey, hey....hey, hey, hey)

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are pregnant chads
stroll around the grounds untill you feel at home

And here's to you Mr. Albert Gore
you are more stiff then one could know (wo, wo, wo)
you are a slease, Mr. Albert Gore
Never had a chance in november
(hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

your gonna hide in a hiding place, where no one ever goes
sleep in a pantry and eat all the cupcakes
it's a little secret, just for the Gore's affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from your kids

coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr. Albert Gore
You are more stiff then one could know (wo, wo, wo)
you are a slease, Mr. Albert Gore
Never had a chance in November
(hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh at you, shout at you
you prolong the final count, bring it to court
every way you look at it, you lose!

I'm glad your gone Albert Gore
A nation turns it lonely eyes to Bush (woo woo woo)
Whats that you say Mr. Dick Cheney?
Stiff-bod Al Gore has left and gone away?
(hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)