Our Candidate

There was a mystery salesman the motorcycle rider a candidate and Doctor No
They all got together to check into life just to see what made things go
The first place they went was to the Clancy’s just to pay their last respects
You see she was a dyin' of the dirty grip and doesn’t have much time left
And they all said hello as they walked out the door each one thinking that he
wasn’t coming back no more
Now the salesman quickly ducked into alleyways just to keep out of debtors'
hands
And the motorcycle rider just a drove away fast claimin' that he made no stance
Well, they both ran out of potential friends in the matter of just one day
Well, it came to the truth, there was nothing left, they couldn’t find a place
to stay
But they both looking through distorted glass trying to make things the way,
but I know that this can’t last
Hey, our candidate was standin' in a good position, he started to do things
right
But along came the doctor shinin' up a pistol with a platform in his sights
Pretty soon he was a listenin' to ev’ry word that the doctor was laying down
And before he could do any good for the people, he was tryin' to bring them down
Well, I don’t know what the world’ll soon be but only soon the Doctor know you
have a better chance to be free
No! no! no! no! no! to Doctor No, no! no! no!
No! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! to Doctor No…