On the campaign trail
With Senator Quinn
She sure looks good in a blue divine
We’re surprised she ran
Then to much less win
Just another reason for Our Great Divide

But you can’t blame the voters much anymore
They only know what they read in The Cow

I had to grin and bear it
With Senator Quinn
Oh the things she’d say just to give me a rise
First the phallic poem
With the Edipus spin
I had to look up the words to make sense of the rhyme

If I had opened my mouth just a little bit more
Would we be as happy as we are sad now?

Listening to “My Old School”
The teachers they loved me
But you broke The Golden Rule
Showing no mercy for my immature blasphemies

I’m still on the campaign trail
With Senator Quinn
But she still looks good in her blue divine
A half a century later
With all the history that’s been
It’s just another season that died on my vine

But I don’t really blame her much anymore
She only knows what she reads in The Cow
If she’d simply taught me how maybe to score
Would we be as happy as we are sad now?

(more dreams … and Michael, thanks for the good rearrangement of the original)