Robert the Fifth (and the election of the 44th President) Lyrics

He's simple, I'm glad he hates the wars and he hates

The great-great-great grandfather question

He's sitting in my living room with a black girl

Chewing toothpicks from a silver case

He speaks in grave formalities, asks for help

They need help getting secrets out

So break some fingers, pull some strings

Make it quick and pass it to the paperman

Leave words in the mailbox

Kick crimson leaves when you leave

A new age left the mail box

I sent it to the press

That it happened not too long ago

Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know

Said goodbye to the way we love

In his cell phone in his coat a message said

"We won the vote"

He's marrying a black girl don't you know it

He's pacing out in my front yard a drink

Or maybe twenty when the states report

She's speaking of a tiny face

Beneath a swollen sweatshirt she points to

Don't worry man, we'll win the wars

And all will be forgiven when the votes come in

Leave words in the mailbox

Kick crimson leaves when you leave

A new age left the ballot box

I sent it to the press

That it happened not too long ago

Robert E Lee the Fifth, you know

Said fuck all to the way we love

In his cell phone in his coat a message said

"We won the vote"

The baby's due in April don't you know it

Don't you know it

Don't you know it

Don't you know it

Don't you know it