I wrote this, about the less well-known candidates of the 1992 Presidential election, before I was at ALL familiar with the verse of "Swing on a Star", only the chorus. Thus, I had to rely for scansion clues on what other people had written for the verses about the more well known candidates, so frankly, the scansion sucks rocks. I'm not sure about the rhyme scheme either. Sorry. I'll clean it up one of these years.
(To the obvious tune.)
[Chorus:]To the same tune, and on a sort-of related theme:Would you like to go to the polls?
Throw the dice and see how it rolls.
Cast your vote, like those other souls.
And would you like to vote [candidate, varying by verse]?Andre is against Big Brother's tricks;
Says a Libertarian's the fix.
Get DC off our backs, dump political hacks,
So if you want back, the freedom we lack,
Then you'd prob'ly vote Marrou.[Chorus]
H. Ross simply wants to turn around
The economy before it runs aground,
Get our budget in black, give the poor what they lack,
So if you're gung ho for the deficit to go,
Then pull the lever for Perot.[Chorus]
Lyndon's followers won't tell
You that he's in a prison cell.
He wants your vote, but only a goat
Could easily swallow what it takes to follow
A nutball felon like LaRouche!
Would you like to swing with the Tsar,
Drink wodka from a glass, not a jar,
And be better off than you are,
Or would you rather be a peasant?A peasant works in fields all day;
His entire life is spent that way.
He breaks his back, he is just a lackey,
He can't hunt fox or quail or pheasant;
It really sucks to be a peasant!
Or, for the revolutionaries:
Would you like to string up the Tsar,
Carry his head home in a jar,
And be better off than you are,
Or would you rather be bourgeois?A bourgeois never soils his hand,
Unlike we who work the land.
He hates to work, 'cuz he's a jerk,
If you'd kill your pa for pate' fois gras,
You might grow up to be bourgeois.
(For the musically challenged, the tune is Swing on a Star, by, um, well, I forget who, but I think Bing Crosby sang it....)