To the tune of “50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.”
“Florida is going to George Bush” they said to me Your political ambitions will soon be history; But William Daley said, just leave it all to me, There must be fifty ways to count your voters.
He said, three counties are all that we will need If they’re mostly Democratic it is almost guaranteed Just demand a recount, we can surely take the lead There must be fifty ways to count your voters. Fifty ways to count your voters.
Just punch out the chad, Brad, count ’em by hand, Stan Hold it to the light, Dwight, new votes you will see. Read their intent, Brent, we know what they really meant! The dimples are mine, Klein, just call ’em for me.
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I say machines can count the cards but not the votes Only human eyes are trusted, when ballots you would tote The voters’ pain has touched me, so on the news I’ll gloat about the fifty ways….
I said, why don’t we all just give it ample time Do not rush to hasty judgment on a matter of this kind Just keep on doing recounts, until the race is mine There must be fifty ways to count your voters. Fifty ways to count your voters.
Just punch out the chad, Brad, count ’em by hand, Stan Hold it to the light, Dwight, new votes you will see. Call in the court, Mort, I’m only a few short! Recount all of Dade, Slade, and call it for me.
From ifeminists.com‘s newsletter, InsiderUpdate.
December 1, 2000
Wendy McElroy is author of The Reasonable Woman. See more of her work at ifeminists.com and at her personal website.
