There's a reason I didn't win; it's the fact and the way of the spin
Unending election; first totals are tossed, no matter what the cost
I'm behind only just a tad; there's a dimple in every chad
All of the ballots; between all the holes, there's so much that's left
untold
But there're too many unpunched cards, my friend
And we just can't let them fall away
For this race is a precious thing, my friend
So keep counting beyond Sunday
There's a recount for every vote, and it's more than the vote you wrote
Unending election; it comes at a price, counting not once but thrice
But there's nothing that we can't do, my friend,
'Cause my lawyers are with us all
Oh, they're here and they're now, they're up and they're down;
You can feel them surrounding us all
Though I won the raw vote slates, only problem is the states and electors
In this crazy, mixed-up mess, they'll soon blame me for this stress
Heretofore, we'll win this war
And there're times when I can't explain why the recounts are still in
vain
Bush is still leading; recount 'em once more, count 'til 2004
But there're too many unpunched cards, my friend
And we just can't let them fall away
For this race is a precious thing, my friend
So keep counting beyond Sunday
