Only In America? by McGrath of Harlow

McGrath's Comments:  I put this on another thread. I think we ought to carry on our disputes in song sometimes . . . No names in this song - that's not what it's about. This song is about the people who had their votes stolen, not about the man who may have benefited by the theft, or the man who may have lost out... (This'd fit to all kinds of tunes - Villikins and his Dinah/Betsy from Pike, 1913 Massacre; I've got a tune for it, but I can't put a name to it yet. Sounds familiar.)

Chorus:

They were dimpled and pimpled and simple and clear,
They were somebody voting for someone's idea.
And they should have been counted, but that wouldn't do -
For somebody stopped it, 'cos he thought he might lose.

When the year of elections came round in it's time
That big politician, oh his words were so fine,
He said "Trust the people", and "Count every vote"
But the words that he said, it's in water they're wrote.

When the voting was done with and the counting came on,
Before it was over, he said "I'm the one",
For on the first count he came in by a nose,
And he said, "Now it's finished, let the counting be closed."

But there's thousands and thousands of votes thrown away,
By the worn out machines that have long had their day,
And when they were counted the votes they were true -
But the man who was winning said they wouldn't do.

Chorus:
They were dimpled and pimpled and simple and clear,
They were somebody voting for someone's idea.
And they should have been counted, but that wouldn't do -
For somebody stopped it, 'cos he thought he might lose.

And he stood like a stone, with his head in the sand,
And the battle was waged in the courts of the land
And the counting was halted, and his friends did their stuff,
And the votes lying waiting - well they weren't good enough. 

Chorus:
They were dimpled and pimpled and simple and clear,
They were somebody voting for someone's idea.
And they should have been counted, but that wouldn't do -
For somebody stopped it, 'cos he thought he might lose.

And somebody said "Well at least now it's done",
And someone conceded, though maybe he had won,
And somebody lives in a House on the Hill-
But the votes that weren't counted are haunting him still.

Chorus:
They were dimpled and pimpled and simple and clear,
They were somebody voting for someone's idea.
And they should have been counted, but that wouldn't do -
For somebody stopped it, 'cos he thought he might lose.