Election Night….(Inspired by Michael Jackson’s Thriller)

It’s close to election night and Politicians lurking in the dark
Under the streetlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but neighbors are so loud they can not hear it

You start to flee as candidates look you between the eyes
You’re scrutinized

‘Cause It’s Election, Election night
And no one’s gonna save you from the(expletive deleted)about to strike
You know it’s Election, Election night You’re fighting for your town inside a ‘lection, selection tonight

You hear a curtain slam and realize there’s no where left
to run
You feel the back hand and wonder if you’ll ever see your mum
You close your eyes and hope that this is just constipation
But all the while a politicians’ creepin’ up behind
You’re out of time

‘Cause It’s Election, Election night
There ain’t no second chances when they serve two terms, girl
You know it’s Election, Election night
You’re fighting for your town inside a ‘lection, selection tonight…

Phone banks calling
The dead start to vote in their masquerade
There’s no escapin’ the jaws of politicians this time (they’re open wide)
It’s time to run for your life

They’re out to get you, sending you junk mail from every side
They will possess you unless you change that number on your house
Now is the time for you and I to hope for real bad weather
Up until nine, I’ll save you from the bad and the mean
You’d better see

That it’s election, selection night
‘Cause I can get your vote more than any Pol would dare to try
this is election, selection night
So pull the lever right and share an election, selection,
rejection here tonight

Cause it’s election, selection night
Girl, I can get your vote more than any Pol would dare to try

So pull the lever right and share an election, selection…

Vincent Price Rap:
Snowflakes falls across ‘Cuse land
The Election hour is close at hand
Politicians crawl in search of votes
and promise all new motor boats
And whosoever shall be around
Without the signatures for getting down
Must stand and face Nancy McCarty
or down 151 Rum called Bacardi
The foulest lies are in the air
The funk of 4 more elected years
And grizzly fools with golden spoons
Are closing in to seal our doom
And though you fight to stay away
Your finger starts to quiver
For no mere voter can resist
The evil of the Politicians
(Maniacal laughter)