It's 3 A.M. ...
Somewhere in a lonely campaign hall
There's a candidate starting to realize
That eternal fate has turned its back on her...
It's three a.m. ...
It's three a.m.
The fear's turned on
I'm sitting here waitin'
But supporters are gone
Maybe America is tired of fear-baiting tactics?
Yeah, there were votes, I'm going to lose, Obama's ahead.
I'm wrapped up in polling, my numbers are dead
I cannot catch up
My campaign spins into a frenzy.
Help, I stepped into the McCain-Lite zone!
That place is a madhouse
My chance I have blown
To the right I have moved, but I'm still under par
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far?
You went Rove, you know,
When you called the 3am phone.
Soon you will come to know
That the voters hate a clone!
(with apologies to Golden Earring)