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Kerry's "Slip-Sliding Away" poll numbers inspire new words for an old song:

Flip flopping a-way,
Flip flopping a-way
You know the nearer your desperation,
The more you flip flopping a-way

Whoah and I know a man, he came from Beantown
He wore his passion for his women like a horny clown
He said Teresa, I live in fear
My love for money's so overpowering,
I'm afraid that I'll have you disappear
Flip flopping a-way,
Flip flopping a-way
You know the nearer your desperation,
The more you flip flopping a-way

I know a woman, who became his wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said a good day he drives me insane
She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed
And I think of a husband that might have been
Flip flopping a-way,
Flip flopping a-way
You know the nearer your desperation,
The more you flip flopping a-way

And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the crimes he'd done
He came a long way just to explain
He slapped his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again

Flip flopping a-way,
Flip flopping a-way
You know the nearer your desperation,
The more you flip flopping a-way

Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan
The information's unavailable to this evil man
He's shirking his job, scamming his pay
Believes he's taking the high way,
When in fact he's flip flopping a-way

Flip flopping a-way,
Flip flopping a-way
You know the nearer your desperation,
The more you flip flopping a-way

Flip flopping a-way,
Flip flopping a-way
You know the nearer your desperation,
The more you flip flopping a-way