FIFTY WAYS TO FLIP YOUR FLOPPER

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(To be sung to the old Paul Simon tune, "Slip-slidin' Away".)

Flip-floppin’ away,
Flip-floppin’ away,
You know the nearer the nomination,
The more he’s flip-floppin’ away.

There is a man,
He came from Boston town.
His total lack of any scruples makes him seem a clown,
He said, “Teresa, I live in feah,
Were I to take a stand on principle,My votah base would disappeah”.

So he’s Flip-floppin away, &c.

This Mr. Kerry,He's riding high,
He kept pretending to be Irish, but it was a lie,
He threw some medals over a fence,
First they were his, then they weren’t his;
Must be thinking that we’re really dense.

So he’s Flip-floppin away, &c.

John says he knows,
And John makes his plans,
He wants to tax the living daylights out of the mortal man,
We’ll work our jobs,
He’ll take our pay,
He claims he’s giving us the straight dope,
When in fact he’s flip-floppin’ away.

Flip-floppin’ away, &c.