Mr. Abernathy Songtext
von The Troll

Dear old Abernathy, see him shaking hands until he′s daffy
Smiling through it all, talking in his Southern drawl

He's going to socialize, economize
Unionize, and organize
Federalize, and compromise
Vote Abernathy–he′s our man!

Short, fat Abernathy, with his face so round and happy
He won't fail to educate
He'll put food on every plate

Don′t hesitate to appropriate
With legislation pending
Every story has a happy ending
Vote Abernathy–he′s our man!


Oh, he will be mayor, renown
Of our fair town
We know he's bound
To put all opposition down
Build him a statue tall in front of City Hall

Poor old Abernathy had a daughter named Kathy
She would run around
Yes, she was the talk of the town

And they marched upon his house
And the city council yelled and screamed
Until they lost their tonsils
"Run Abernathy out of town!"
"Run Abernathy out of town!"
"Run him down!"
"Run Abernathy out of town!"