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You've got the vote and you think it's your mission,
To go to the polls like a bum politician
And while you are voting, your husband must roam
For something to eat which he can't find at home.
He's getting dyspepsia and can't work for pain,
Your children neglected, ask for you in vain.
While you make speeches from a broken soap box,
Your family is wearing soiled clothes and torn socks.