That old black magic has Amos in it's spell.-
That old black Magic that Kerry weaves so well.
Those icy fingers up and down his spine.
The same old witchcraft that makes his eyes go blind.
The same old tingle that he feels inside
whenever the polls start to rise
and down and down he goes
round and round he goes
like a leaf
that's caught in a tide
He could stay away but what can he do?
He hears Kerry's name
and he's all aflame
Aflame with such blind desire
In a spin, loving the spin he's in
Under that old black magic called Kerry!

Old Guy