Diary

My Polls Ain't Lookin' Pretty

I’m dreamin’ of my White House plans,

but my polls ain’t lookin’ pretty.

I’m dreamin’ bout my White House plans,

but my polls ain’t lookin’ pretty.

Rush views have got a hold on me.

I believe I’m goin’ crazy.

(Joe help me now!)

I keep thinkin’ how I’ll raise his taxes.

Lord for him it won’t be heaven.

I keep thinkin’ how I’ll raise his taxes.

Lord for him it won’t be heaven.

But Joe’s fumblin’ don’t help my cause a lot,

Like dissin’ Indians in Seven Elevens.

(How bad did I screw it there?)How’s my trends baby?

B.O., your polls ain’t lookin’ pretty.

Last night I dissed ole Hil girl.

She was hopin’ I’d changed my feelins’.

Yeah, last night I dissed bad ass ole Hil girl.

She was hopin’ I’d changed my feelins’.

She’s now plotting with ole How the Wolf Son.

And me? I’ll soon be reelin’.

(ZZ Top Rocks)