In fact, I found it:
(Get your Gordon Lightfoot out)
The story lives on from Chris Mathews on down in the land that they call the U.S.A./Republican moderates they said are always left for dead when the votes are done on Election Day
With a big load of bull & the media pull, Barak tried to make crap into salad/But the story you will hear whether laughter or tears can be told in this simple nice ballad
It begins in the fall of 11 you know as the voters became walking zombies/And it ends in November with Obama still there and the wreck of the Willard "Mitt" Romney
First it was Herman Cain who arose as the one who could challenge Obama on color/then it was Perry the clown, Bachmann, Gingrich on down to the candidates who all were dullards
Santorum stepped in with a challenge for him and disrupted Republican harm-ny/But he bowed out the race meaning all that was left was the wreck of the Willard "Mitt" Romney
As Obama looked over his three years in charge he was spooked by the new numbers of poor/With no plan his own he was left to just hope he could make folks fear Romney that much more
So he asked about taxes and an Etch-A-Sketch too, and put the nation comatose like zombies/But they key to the plan was the out of touch man who was rich and called Willard "Mitt" Romney
Then a tape made its way on the Internet one day showing Mitt in the country club heaven/Telling all who would hear, drinking wine but not beer, "No matter what Barry gets forty-seven!"
But the problem was more than just rich or the poor when ole Mitt flipped on several key issues/And Obama he could say with the press held at bay that the low tax for Mittie was misused
And finally it seemed came a break on the day an ambassador died in Benghazi, But the lack of the truth the press would not pursue sealed the fate of the Willard "Mitt" Romney
In the Reagan library out in Simi, C-A, they prayed then looked around for their Mommies/and the church bells chimed and rang 47 times (I couldn't resist) for the wreck of the Willard Mitt Romney