Bureaucratic Blues Poem by Bill Dureen

Why do these politicians
Keep on messin' with my head
They've been doin' it forever,
I shoulda stayed in bed
(1) Those M.P.s down in Ottawa
Have really got it made
They oughta count themselves lucky,
At least they're getting paid
If tomorrow was election day,
Wouldn't matter who you choose
We'd still be singin'
The bureaucratic blues...

(2) We got Liberals, we've got Tories,
And we've got New Democrats
But everybody sounds the same,
What's the big deal with these cats
The leaders blow it out their ears,
Like methane from a pig
Who will I be voting for?
Well, I don't give a fig
All those counterfeit souls
In their patent leather shoes
They got us all singin'
The bureaucratic blues...

If only I could do it,
I'd elect myself
I'd do the job much better
Than anybody else
I know where people's heads are,
I know how people think
I could change things faster than
(3) The Prime Minister could blink
So everybody vote for me,
There's nothin' you can lose
And we'll all be rid of
The bureaucratic blues...


AMERICAN VERSION: (1) Those congressmen in Washington

(2) On one side there's Republicans,
the other, Democrats

(3) ...than a President could blink...