by Brian Gundersdorf The Life of a Politician and mine Are more alike than you might imagine If you want to say it clearly and quickly You have to write fiction sometimes So when the media caught you in a lie I took it fine, but all your campaign supporters were mortified You kept reciting from their scripts like a reluctant bride Until the human they had godded was crucified You don’t have to tell me what you tell them at the teleconference or on the news I know you’re only selling your own conscience, as I’ve been known to do Don’t tell me what it tells you on the teleprompter I know you don’t want to From the very first time your supporters asked for something like a song from you You knew that all they wanted was a rhythm they could snap their fingers with And melody, with a hook that could sing along to But you corrupted them with substance and with imagery Somehow you won them over without a beat They said you ought to play it safe, you said you didn’t agree And that appealed to me You don’t have to tell me what you tell them at the teleconference or on the news I know you’re only selling your own conscience, as I’ve been known to do Don’t tell me what it tells you on the teleprompter I know you don’t want to