You know the song, sing it!

Come and listen to a story ’bout a man named Jeb
Poor Texas boy barely kept his chauffeur fed
Then one day he was looking at some news
And up through his head came a bubbling clues
(Votes that is, electoral gold, Texas Style)

Well the first thing you know old Jeb’s a governor
Kin folk said Jeb move away from there
Said the White House is the place you oughta be
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Ankeny
(Iowa that is, primary voting, corn dogs)

Well now it’s time to say goodbye to Jeb and all his kin
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in
Donald Trump kicked his ass with  brutal personality
You’re all invited back again to this locality
To have a heaping helping of his poli-tic-ca-ly
(Undocumented Americans, that’s what we call ’em now,
Nice folks. Y’all come vote now, ya hear?)