With Hurricane Isaac projected to dampen clothes, if not spirits, at this week’s Republican National Convention in Tampa, Fla., this one seemed like a natural:
(To the tune of “Rock You Like a Hurricane” by the Scorpions:)
It’s late in August, in Florida
Delegates gather, down in Tampa
They’re nominating their first Mormon
They’re not afraid of the storm comin’ in
I picked Paul Ryan as number two
To keep states turning from red to blue
We’re scaring voters ‘bout Medicare
So watch out boys because Mitt’s on a tear…
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane
I’m writing my speech, so what should I say?
Solyndra – jobs – no marriage gay
I’m feeding the party some fresh red meat
So pay no mind to the Florida heat
I’ve had some flip-flops, from here to there
On climate change, choice and health care
I was too liberal, but now I’m back
So fund my campaign and my super PAC!
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane
(are you ready, ready, ready?)
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane
(cmon, cmon baby!)
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane
ROMNEY IN A HURRICANE!
(guitar solo)
I paid my taxes, I swear it’s true
But I won’t show my returns to you
I weathered all of the barbs about Bain
So what do I care ‘bout some wind and some rain?
Evacuate? Heck no, not me!
Not before I’m the nominee
I’m sending Barack back to Chicago
So come on Isaac, I don’t care if you blow!
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane
Here I am, Romney in a hurricane