This is not exactly a parody, but it seems to hark back to a song called MISTER GALLAGHER AND MISTER SHEAN, which Jones & Hare recorded in 1922. Lyrics to MISTER GALLAGHER AND MISTER SHEAN have been posted in a thread called Burlesque/vaudeville joke routines.


MR. HOOVER AND MR. SMITH
Words by Herb Magidson; music by Robert King.
New York: Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., ©1928
As sung by Billy Jones & Ernest Hare (The Happiness Boys), 1928.

—You know, I had a dream the other night; I saw two famous men.
—Where did they meet, upon the street? —Yeah, they shook hands and then
They started talking in a friendly way.
—Well, well! Won't you tell me what they had to say?

—Yes. Who is the grandest, greatest man this country ever knew?
—Oh, it's you, Mister Hoover. —No, it's you, Mister Smith.
Excepting Georgie Washington; he was a good man, too.
—He's not running, Mister Hoover. —Well, what a break, Mister Smith!
Are you dry? —I can't remember. —No?
—But I'll know, know, know in November.
—Well anyhow, you'll get one vote, because I'll vote for you.
—Be yourself, Mister Hoover! —Keep the change, Mister Smith!

I've heard the politicians say that you have got technique.
—What's technique, Mister Hoover? —It's the bunk, Mister Smith.
Why don't you bring your family to visit me next week?
—Great idea, Mister Hoover. —Bring your lunch, Mister Smith.
Do you trust in your supporters?
—I did once but now I use garters.
—I'm feeling kind of hoarse today. Why, I can hardly speak.
—Try some oil, Mister Hoover. —No, I'm cured, Mister Smith.

—That was a funny dream. —Wasn't it though?
You know this dream was such a funny sight. It certainly was queer.
—Well, tell me, did they crack a smile? —No, they were both sincere.
I listened and I didn't miss a word.
—Well, well, now, let's hear some more of what you overheard.

—All right. How will you treat the farmers if they put you in the chair?
—Once a week, Mister Hoover. —Applesauce, Mister Smith!
I think you'll like the capital. They give you lots of air.
—Hot or cold, Mister Hoover? —Just hot air, Mister Smith.
Oh, I hear you're from the East Side.
—No, you're wrong, old tup. It's the "wet" side.
—What will you give the people who have done more than their share?
—Vacuum cleaners, Mister Hoover. —Why not cough drops, Mister Smith?

I've got some new ideas that I'd like to use next fall.
—Hope you do, Mister Hoover. —Yes, you do, Mister Smith.
I hear you've got some wrinkles up your sleeve, and that ain't all.
—Lots of wrinkles, Mister Hoover. —Press your pants, Mister Smith.
You look swell in your brown derby.
—Shows I'm not high-hatting you, Herbie.
—Well, anyhow, I've got to go. I hear my party call.
—Reservoy, Mister Hoover. —Skip the gutter, Mister Smith.

[BOTH] Let us harmonize a bit and exercise our throats.
—Yo-de-o-lady, Mister Hoover. —Sole Mio, Mister Smith.
[BOTH] Now that's the way to do it; shows we really know our oats.
—You sing bass, Mister Hoover. —Very base, Mister Smith.
Now we might sing Annie Laurie.
—Yes, we might, but we might be sorry.
[BOTH] We'd better quit this singing if we want to get more votes.
—You're a genius, Mister Hoover. —You're another, Mister Smith.