Political Balloons

(This little song came from watching too much assorted campaign coverage on TV in one year...)

Balloons, balloons
bright political balloons,
and who are the clowns,
tra-la?

Who's a fool? Who's a clown?
Is it me in this gown?
Or you with the party hat on,
tra-la?

Gaily romping we go
with a feverish glow
through balloons, full of glee,
tra-la!

And the candidate smiles,
slyly masking his wiles
with good-natured fun,
tra-la.

We think he's the one,
the good guy with the gun
who will bring all the evil ones down,
tra-la.

Corruption is dead!
Greed's been flushed down the head!
Our PAC's bought us a seat at the top;
tra-la!

Truth and honor? Obscure!
But there's glamour, allure,
and so many balloons here,
tra-la!

We are deaf; we are blind;
we don't care; we've no time
for anything but fun and games,
tra-la.

Oh say, can you see,
in this land of the free,
through the grins and balloons,
through the laughter of loons,
irrelevant buffoons,
and the handshaking goons,
and the hidden dragoons,
to the future that looms
if we don't get a grip,
tra-la?

by Sara, copyright 1999, all rights reserved