Sung to the tune of "Half-Breed" by Cher
My father married up a Cherokee
So it was claimed by the Harvard Faculty
I guess that makes me a minority
I feel like I just hit the Lottery!
Half-breed, that's all I ever heard
Half-breed, how I learned to love the word
Half-breed, that's my ticket to ride
All my enemies had better run and hide!
Being an Indian has been good to me
It doesn't hurt to be a Cherokee
Them Ivy Leaguers think I'm the cat's meow
"Run her for senate, she can beat Scott Brown
Half-breed, and I'm a Marxist through and through
Half-breed, and I'm coming after you
Half-breed, I'm gonna make them capitalists mourn
Scott Brown's going to wish that he was never born
There's only one thing better than being a Cherokee
And that is marrying up a Kennedy
But since there's no chance I can accomplish that feat
I'm gonna win them back their senate seat
(REPEAT CHORUS)