Mutt Romney Blues

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Now boss Mitt Romney went for a ride

Pulled up on a highway side

Tied me down up on the roof

Boss I hollered, woof woof woof

Please master boss!

Don’t look right, it don’t seem right

Hot in the day, cold all night

Where I’m goin’ I just don’t know

Poor dog’s got to bottle up and go

Oh Mr. Boss, cut me down!

Woof, woof, woof

He had a ride, sure not ridin’

Poor dog he really had a ride

He had a ride, sure not ridin’

Up on the rooftop here I’m sat