The devil went down to Florida
he was looking for some votes to steal
He was in a bind
‘Cause he was now behind
And he was lookin’ to make a deal

So he came upon this young state,
massive unemployment and housing a mess
And that Devil Jumped up on the Campaign Stump
and said “folks let me profess”.

I bet you didn’t know it
but I’m a lyin’ cheatin’ whore
and if you care to take a dare I’ll cozy up your door

Now you see through the bullshit folks
So give my spin your due
I’ll buy your votes, and lie your votes
and then you’ll know you’re screwed.

The folks said ‘but we’re worried dude,
and we can’t trust your lies’.
but there’s no doubt about your clout
behind those lyin’ eyes.

Romney rosied up his spin and played that lyin’ hard
‘Cause hell’s done come to Florida, and the SuperPacs in charge.
And if he wins he gets his purse of delegates in gold
along the way the Sunshine state is sold.

The Devil opened up his purse
and said, “I’ll start this smack”
and fire flew from the TV screen
as he sharpened his attack

And he marched the Pac across the state
and we watched an evil rage,
as the DC crew all joined in
and accompanied him on stage.

When the devil finished scorching earth
not a patriot was left
He’d crushed em’ down in every town
The evil ruse was deft

But he missed a few amid his haste
and soon enough we saw
A pissed off voice was gritting teeth
and now declared a war.

“Eff you devil” the patriots charged
“enough with your evil sh!t”,
We see right through your bullcrap crew
and in your eye we spit.

(Chorus) Romney rosied up his spin and played that lyin’ hard
‘Cause hell’s done come to Florida, and the superPacs in charge.
And if he wins he gets his purse of delegates in gold
along the way the Sunshine state is sold.

So the Patiots gathered and rightly grinned
“well you’re pretty good old son”
But hide your ass behind that five-star glass
and let the cracka’s show you how it’s done.

And they played, rally the Newt crew
one by one
Devil’s in need of a bitch slap son
Hidin’ in The Ritz ain’t part of our plan
We’re gonna fight back ’cause you ain’t our man.

(Chorus) Romney rosied up his spin and played that lyin’ hard
‘Cause hell’s done come to Florida, and the superPacs in charge.
And if he wins he gets his purse of delegates in gold
along the way the Sunshine state is sold.

Romney bowed his head
because he knew that he’d been beat
He offered up his gold
upon the ground at the patriots feet.

Patriots said, just come on back
if you ever wanna try your guise
we done told you once you son-of-a-gun
we just ain’t gonna buy your lies.

And they played,…… rally the Newt crew
one by one
Devil’s in need of a b!tch slap son
Hidin’ in The Ritz ain’t part of our plan
We’re gonna fight back ’cause you ain’t our man.