The Wreck of the President Carter

(Sung to the tune of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”)

The legend lives on from the Reaganites on down
Of the rabbit they called ‘Killer Swampee’
The rabbit, it’s said never gives up her quest
When the killer swamp bunny turns thirsty

With a load of Billy Beer twenty-six cases of cans more
Than the President could drink by his ownself.
That good man and true was a bone to be chewed
When the killer swamp bunny turns thirsty.

The Prez was the pride of the Democratic side
Coming off a big win over Jerry.
As election wins go, it was bigger than most
With a Senate and House of his party
After brokering some peace in the middle east
Jimmy left for some fishing in Georgia
And later that night when swampee came by
Could it be a bunny he’d been seein’?

The rabbit in the swamp made a hissing sound
And tried to get over the railing
And every man knew, as Prez Jimmy did too,
T’was the killer swamp rabbit come drinkin’.
The oar was raised and the fishin’ had to wait
’Cause the killer swamp rabbit was gnashin’.
When swampee came Jimmy’s oar brought pain
With a solid smack on his noggin’.

Consciousness re-gained, old Swampee lunged in for the
Billy Beer, in the good old cooler.
At that Jimmy sealed both of their fates, he said
Rabbit, you asked for some more oar.
Prez Carter rowed in and he let Powell in
On the story of killer rabbit swampee.
And later that night when Powel talked to the press
Came the wreck of the President Carter.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the Press swarms on a big story?
The pundits all say he’d have made it a race
If Jody had not blabbed out the story.
They might have backed down or they might have trashed Ron;
May have spun hard and ignored it.
And all that remains is the face and the name
Of another failed wimpy one-termer.

Inflation soars, Unemployment stings
In a nation one step from depression.
Ayatollah rants a terrorist’s dream;
The evil empires are all empowered.
And deep within our scarred civic pride
Malaise is the reigning emotion,
And the voters all know Jimmy’s got to go
With killer rabbit swampee remembered.

In a musty old hall in Boston they cheered,
At the ‘04 Democratic Convention.
Michael Moore stood near ‘til Jimmy waved him in
To his box at the Convention Center.
The legend lives on from the Reaganites on down
Of the rabbit they called ‘Killer Swampee’
The rabbit, it’s said never gives up her quest
When the killer swamp bunny turns thirsty