Election night, I watched TV and saw flashed on my screen
A spectacle the likes of which I have not ever seen.
First Florida went Gore, then Bush, and now it's in between.
As soon as it's all over, I will ask, "What does it mean?"

Oh,
Supercloseelectionwedon'tknowwhichwayitgoesis,
Each time I look, the pundits have put out a new prognosis.
The public mood is cleanly split, defying diagnosis,
Supercloseelectionwedon'tknowwhichwayitgoesis.

Yum-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-ay,
Yum-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-ay.

As votes are counted all again, the margin keeps on shrinking,
Gore's prospects slowly rising, Bush's prospects slowly sinking.
Of ways to raise their counts in court both candidates are thinking;
I've seen so many changes now, I'm getting scared of blinking!

Supercloseelectionwedon'tknowwhichwayitgoesis,
It's such a mess that I may be developing psychosis.
Why don't we call a draw and have them rule in symbiosis?
Supercloseelectionwedon'tknowwhichwayitgoesis,
Supercloseelectionwedon'tknowwhichwayitgoesis!