"I'm a Social Democrat!" (sung to the tune of: If I only had a Brain)

"I spend my days a tryin'
to never be caught lyin'
But sometimes it's just so hard.

I promise to help with the struggle
while my people desperate muddle
I'm a Social Democrat.

Oh, I can tell you why
you should be taxed until you die.
From my view I see that
You don't know how to spend it
so to me you should just send it.

I wile away the hours
thinking how to take your powers
and stack them up for me...

Oh, you'll never see us coming
but by then you'll be running
from the Social Democrat..."

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