In the dumps, he might be facing defeat,
Stiff and too blah, Mitty; Mitty’s glum, Mitty’s blue.
Back in Michigan polls—that can’t be sweet!
Michigan: “Naw, Mitty!” Mitty’s glum, Mitty’s blue.
Things look bad (look bad), don’t look fine (not fine),
They look bad and not fine; how’d he start to get behind?

Before he knew it, he was losin’ to Ricky.
Hittin’ too-blah Mitty, Ricky’s won quite a few,
Holdin’ his hand up high for theocracy.
Ricky’s, too, blah, knitted-sweater putz, rigid views.
He walks on (walks on) the lake’s shore (lake’s shore),
He walks on the lake’s shore, not water like Him adored.

Whoa-oh, Mitt’s dad was Michigan’s gov
Yes he was, but folks there do not give Mitty a similar love.

Now Mitt is gettin’ behind more every day—
Stiff is too blah, Mitty; Mitty’s glum, Mitty’s blue.
So he’s unhappy because he has lost his way—
Stiff is too blah, Mitty; Mitty’s glum, Mitty’s blue.
He won’t curse (won’t curse); that ain’t fine (ain’t fine),
Don’t curse. . .ain’t fine; also, never touches wine.

Whoa-oh, Mitt’s dad was Michigan’s gov,
Yes he was, but it seems that it is Rick folks there are dreaming of.

Now Mitt is gettin’ behind more every day—
Stiff is too blah, Mitty; Mitty’s glum, Mitty’s blue.
He is so sappy, and well that don’t seem to play—
Stiff is too blah, Mitty; Mitty’s glum, Mitty’s blue.
He won’t curse (won’t curse); ain’t refined (refined);
We sure might find him gone by convention time.

Gooooone, well, maybe.

Too blah, Mitty; Mitty’s glum, Mitty’s blue. . .ain’t winnin’,
Too blah, Mitty; Mitty’s won just a few.
Too far, Ricky, back—Middle Ages view.