Posted on 03/05/2004 4:00:24 PM PST by KMAJ2
(to the tune of The Gambler)
On a warm summers evening, on a campaign train to nowhere I met up with a waffler, we were both too tired to sleep So staring out the window, thinking of flip flops of our past The boredom overtook us and Ted began to speak He said, son I've made a life out of reading people's faces And knowing what words to say, by the way they held their eyes So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of flip flops For a taste of your whiskey, I'll give you some advice So Kennedy took my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression Said, if you're gonna run for prez, boy, you gotta learn to play it right
Chorus: You got to know when to flip 'em, know when to flop 'em Know when to 'no comment' and know when to lie You never count your votes, when you're standin' at the podium, There'll be time enough for countin', when the wafflin's done
Every waffler knows that the secret to survive is Knowing when to say one thing and when to say something else 'Cos every stand's a winner and every stand's a loser And the best that you can hope for is that voters just don't see And when Ted finished speakin', he turned back for the window Crushed out the cigarette, faded off to sleep Yes, in Chappaquiddick, the waffler he broke even But in his final words I found waffles that I could keep
(repeat chorus 3 times) You got to know when to flip 'em, know when to flop 'em Know when to 'no comment' and know when to lie You never count your votes, when you're standin' at the podium, There'll be time enough for countin', when the wafflin's done
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