The Death of the GOP

Gordon Lightfoot’s ‘Edmund Fitzgerald’

Wreck of the G.O.P.

A Paddy Whack©

A legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of a ship once called the Grand Old Party
No conservatives led, in fact we think it’s dead
Now the skies of November are gloomy

It started to wane when they chose John McCain
His conservative claims are all empty
His amnesty fight will not make it all right
When the polls of November came early

Ron Reagan showed pride in the American side
And the G.O.P. brand was so pleasin’
With military pride and respect far and wide
Grand Old Party was now in its season

But what did they do when they bested the blue?
When they had both the House and the Senate?
They squandered our dough and they failed to oppose
Every Democrat’s awful agenda.

Dubya failed when no Vetos he penned
The agenda of growth was in season
Instead of a stand he just jumped to the band
And the G.O.P. lost rhyme and reason

McCain dipped his quill into the Feingold bill
Good intentions have led us to ruin
Instead of free speech no incumbents we’ll breach
And the MSM now leads the shoe-in

ACORN came to play with the Unions we say
In the Twenty-Third New York campaignin'
But GOP pride and Newt Gingrich decide
Scozzafava had liberal trainin'

And when she withdrew, Did she not turn the screw
By endorsing her liberal opponent?
Conservatives know they both side with B.O.
Socialism's their common component!

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of a ship once called the Grand Old Party
It abandoned its base and will now lose the race
Now the gales of November came early.