To be sung to:
In 20 & 12 Mitt took a little trip
Looking Presidential-like and sticking to the script.
He took on Diplomacy with cheers all around
Till he met the bloody British down in good ole London Town.
He spoke out loud & the Brits began to mumble;
He wasn't nigh as charming as he was a while ago.
He spoke once more & they began to rumble,
"Perhaps, Old Chap, it's time for you to go."
"You must elect for President a Real American
So all you Anglo-Saxon types can fit back in again.
Without a true Atlanticist our allies will be scared,
'Cause 'others' can't appreciate the heritage we share."
Oh, when he got to London Town, he took'em by surprise;
He fired off all his insults right in front of British eyes.
The Mayor rose before the crowd & he began to yell
And 60,000 voices joined & really gave'em...Well,
Yea, they ran their plan & commenced a #RomneyShambles;
The #MittHitstheFan in the tweeting of the Brits.
They ran so fast that the press couldn't catch'em
On down the River Thames to the shouts of Mitt the Twit.
He fired off all his insults till relations melted down,
Then he opened up his mouth again & fired another round.
So off he goes to Poland now & leaves this row behind,
And the Brits are left to wonder, "Has America lost its mind?"