MITT ROMNEY RAP

Mitt Romney Rap  is in Public Domaine. It may be performed or adapted in whole or in part without permission.       
    
Willard Romney, call him Mitt                    
There’s a guy who just won’t quit           
Twelve years since he began            
Running for Prez, now he’s The Man.        
Candidate Republican                         
    
Wants to be President, next election        
Twenty twelve, Secret Service protection        
Doesn’t drink Coca Cola, or any hard liquor  
A White Bread candidate, don’t snicker!       
Time you started to appreciate,         
White Bread made this country great.           
    
Willard Romney, call him Mitt,         
His great granddad was a Brit.               
Came across the Atlantic ocean        
Settled in Utah, “land o’ Goshen.”          
Started up a family.                
Got him a wife, then two, then three,            
But the country wasn’t ready for polygamy,         
When the hand of the Fed came down     
All the Romneys had to skip town.                
Jumped the border into Mexico           
Bought property from Porfirio                
Where Mitt’s daddy, George, was born,      
But Mexico was too war torn               
Emiliano Zapata                    
Turned it into a hot piňata               
When he started his revolution.        
There was only one solution,           
Back again to Salt Lake City.            
Pretty soon they’re sitting pretty.               
    
Mitt’s dad became CEO                 
Of American Motors, don’t ya know,           
Country in the Vietnam war,        
Some against the draft, young Mitt for,      
So he went to college, four years deferred,    
Two more as a missionary, draft demurred.       
Body bags coming back from ‘Nam,        
Mitt’s dad elected gov’ner of Michigan,            
Mitt goes to Harvard, marries Ann,
Never did serve as a soldier man.                 
    
Talked the talk, didn’t walk the walk        
What you call a chicken hawk                

Law and high finance degrees                
Keeps his money in deep freeze               
Bermuda, the Caymans, overseas.         -0--
Says he pays his income tax            
But nobody knows the facts                 
Says he’s perfectly law abidin’                 
Maybe so, but what’s he hidin’?                
    
One thing about Willard, call him Mitt,         
You wonder, is this guy a twit?                  
That glassy stare, that nervous glance        
That happy hair, those denim pants.              
    
Wifey Ann says he’s a doll             
And seriously conservative pol           
Rich, but hey! he hasn’t got Billions        
Only a few hundred Millions                
Almost middle class, you see,             
Like him, and her, and you, and me           
        
Willard, Mitt Romney says,                  
Here’s what I’ll do if you make me Prez         
Kill Obamacare, taxes fall                 
Kick out the aliens, jobs for all.            
Just leave everything to me.                    
I’m a business man, know economy.           
Campaigning now, when I get to you,        
Listen politely, and please don’t boo.               
Show me your best party manners,        
Clap and cheer and wave Mitt banners.           
The White House needs a white bread resident,       
Do your duty, elect me president!                  
Time folks started to appreciate,                
White bread made this country great!                     5

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