The Friday Finale

The overture's a Monday poll, a soundbite losing all control By Wednesday's hearing, lines are drawn, upon the sun-scorched Capitol lawn A bill is passed, a veto's threatened, a lesson that we'll never get in The talking heads, a chorus line, who swear that everything is fine! Oh, who on earth has penned this script? The plot is thin, the logic's stripped! We sing the lines with wide-eyed shock, a weekly, state-of-nation shock! It’s tragedy, it’s farce, it’s grand! The daftest show in all the land! And we just pray the curtain falls upon this madcap, free-for-all!

A gaffe is made, a tweet is fired, the outrage-mongers are inspired The other side prepares their scene, with righteous, well-rehearsed chagrin They practice frowns into the mirror, to make their talking points sound clearer We learn our parts five minutes late, and improvise the fate of state! Oh, who on earth has penned this script? The plot is thin, the logic's stripped! We sing the lines with wide-eyed shock, a weekly, state-of-nation shock! It’s tragedy, it’s farce, it’s grand! The daftest show in all the land! And we just pray the curtain falls upon this madcap, free-for-all!

Is there a writer in the wings? Who pulls these legislative strings? We look for meaning in the text, completely, hopelessly perplexed! The understudies weep with dread, for all the nonsense that they've read! And the audience just stares ahead... and wonders when we'll get to bed! Oh, who on earth has penned this script? The plot is thin, the logic's stripped! We sing the lines with wide-eyed shock, a weekly, state-of-nation shock! It’s tragedy, it’s farce, it’s grand! The daftest show in all the land! And we just pray the curtain falls upon this madcap, free-for-all!