Trust in the Wind (With apologies to Kansas for having associated them with the Mittney)
He really tries,
But only for a moment, then the moment's gone.
His true beliefs,
Show up amidst his lies and lost veracity.
Trust in the wind,
Romney's finger's thrust in the wind.
Same old song,
Just a politician with a crowd to please,
All he says,
Crumbles the next round of Etch-a-Sketchery
Trust in the wind,
Romney's finger's thrust in the wind.
Oh, oh oh ... (the world's smallest violin plays in Sympathy for Romney)
He can't hang on,
In desperation, burns the Tea and Birther tribe,
Mitt slips away,
And all his money won't another office buy,
Trust in the wind,
Romney's finger's thrust in the wind,
(What Mitt believes, he trusts in the wind.)
Everything, he trusts in the wind ...
Everything, he trusts in the wind ...