Cue the music…
The Ballad of Chris McDaniel
(to the tune of “The Beverly Hillbillies”)
Come and listen to a story about a man named Chris,
A slick politician, who couldn’t quite get his wish.
Then one day he was schemin’ and plottin’
And up through his bowels bubbled up somethin’ rotten.
Bounty, that is, black votes, Mississippi Tea.
Well the first thing you know ol Chris’ a gonna sue,
Fringefolk said, “Hey, Chris we’ll back you.”
Said, “DC is the place you ought to be,”
So they loaded up their trucks and reviewed some absentees.
Ballots, that is. Screaming “voter fraud” and “crossovers.”
It’s now past time to say goodbye to Chris and all his out-a-state friends.
We don’t appreciate you folks fer rudely droppin’ in.
You’re not invited back again to this locality,
Cause you spread a heapin’ helpin’ of your hate and animosity.
Crude, that is. Take a hike, Leave your shoes on.
Don’t come back now, y’hear?