The roar of the politician
The smack of his lip
The jingle in his pocket
The crackle on his hip
Away, Away,
Want you all send me
away
To that far off city
That I dream of every
day
Promises, Promises
I will blurt them out
Vote for me, Vote for me
Even though you are in
doubt
Away, Away
I can't wait to be
Away, Away
Want you please send
me
My popular poll
Will never slip
The jingle in my pocket
The crackle on my hip
Copyright 1978
William Thomas Frost Sr
The Roar of the Politician