Sometimes, the inspiration doesn't come until a bit late
So this weekend's music was mostly off of Kate's father's playlist, and it happened that Janis Joplin came up a couple of times. That seems to have percolated in the back of my brain, because this came out in the middle of the night:
Lord, won't you buy me the Pre-si-den-cy. I think I deserve it, since I'm a Romney. And it will ensure that I remain tax-free. Oh, lord, won't you buy me the Pre-si-den-cy.
Lord, won't you buy me a house painted white. I know that it's small, but I'll try to pack light. To earn it, I've made sure my wings are quite Right. Oh, lord, won't you buy me a house painted white.