Entr'acte / Song of the Campaign

I was on the campaign for three years

Three years

Of "Hillary ditch the pantsuit."

"Why, Hillary, aren't your lungs more spry, Hillary?"

"Show us your MRI, Hillary."

"Try, Hillary

To smile more."

Smile more

"Oh, don't get angry. Oh, don't be shrill

But, for God's sake, don't be fake."

I've been in the public eye for decades

Decades

Of "Hillary it's a scandal!"

"Wow, Hillary, will you leave Bill now, Hillary?

But, you did take a vow, Hillary."

"Bow, Hillary, and smile more."

Now the votes are in

They tell me to, oh, just turn the page

Go home, shut up, get off the public stage

Sons of bitches showing me the door

All my dreams lie shattered on the floor

Who was that all for?

I haven't washed my hair or changed my clothes in 10 days

10 days

Of "Hillary, make a statement. You're Hillary."

"We were so damn sure, Hillary."

"Now, you are just like Gore, Hillary."

"Poor Hillary. Poor Hillary. Poor Hillary. Poor Hillary."

No more interviews. No more photo ops

Because I'm never running for President ever again

Now that makes me smile