Election Songs

Air: John Anderson, My Jo

Oh, Grover C, my Jo Grove! I wonder what you mean
By such an inconsistent act as that we've lately seen;
You thought a second term, Grove, about four years ago,
A danger to the nation, Oh, Grover C, my Jo.

Oh, Grover C, my Jo Grove, you've climbed the hill of state,
And many a cunning trick, man, was fathered in your pate;
But now you're tottering down, Grove; how rapidly you go!
You'll soon be sprawling at the foot, Oh, Grover C, my Jo!

Oh, Grover C, my Jo Grove, when first we were acquaint
'Tis true you was not slow, Grove, with sinner or with saint;
But now you have grown fat, Grove, you never seem fo know
How fast you're going back again, Oh, Grover C, my Jo.

Oh, Grover C, my Jo Grove, now Thurman is your bower,
You've set him up behind you, Grove, to help you ride o power,
But he has grown too old, Grove, we all of us well know,
To help you much in such a race, Oh, Grover C, my Jo.

Oh, Grover C, my Jo Grove, our faith you did abuse,
And you can't wear again, Grove, the Presidential shoes;
So take yourself away, Grove; clear back to Buffalo,
For Harrison will take your place, Oh, Grover C, my Jo.