Goodbye Howard Dean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to bow out when
Kerry could not be overhauled
Crawl back into the woodwork
Try not to seem all lame
But I'm afraid on the world's stage
You've had your fifteen minutes' fame

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And it seems to me your whole campaign
Was like farting in the wind
A little hot air in a hurricane
'Cause you never would get in
Just a little puff from behind
You were blown away
You should have known what you were smelling
Ain't the scent of victory

Pulling out was tough
The toughest decision you made
The people make the president
Or is that just masquerade
And though you stepped down
The press may well still hound
You can bet they'll still report
If foul play with an intern's ever found

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Goodbye Howard Dean
From the young man 'cross the Atlantic
Who sees you as something as less than presidential
Just another political romantic