BORN TO RUN (John and Theresa Kerry version)

In the day we freeze our butts on the streets for our runaway American dream
At night we ride through through New Hamshire hamlets in black stretch limousines
Entourage out on I 91
Well heeled, Fritz injected, we're steppin' out, lookin' so fine OHH!

Baby the campaign is tiresome I know
It's a real chore, these hicks are a bore
But their pathetic lives we can't ignore
We'll make them like us, baby we were born to run

Terry help me win, I am your husband
You've got to guard my dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these registered Dems
And stoke my campaign engines!

Together Terry we'll break this Beantown trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the trail?
'Cause baby I'm just a lowly junior senator
And I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know real power, girl I want that presidential seal

Out on the Harley, Big John and Terry scream down the boulevard
Terry combs her hair in rearview mirror
And John tries to look so hard

White Mountain rise up bold and stark
Aids are huddled on the streets in the snow
I wanna dine with you Terry at Wendy's tonight
Be my ketchup heiress ho!
HUH!

The highway's jammed with news crews covering my corn-fueled power drive
We'll swing by the house for homeless vets cause there's no one else left to bribe

Together Terry we'll live through this madness
I'll make you first lady, a Jewish Jackie O., Ohh!
Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
We'll walk on the South Lawn
But till then tamps like us, baby we were born to run
Aw honey, vamps like us, baby we were born to run
Come on well-heled scamps like us, baby we were born to ruuunnn
Ummmmmm... whoa oh woah...
Wo ho ho ho wo oo wo wa ha ha ha ho oh