Politics—From 1949 Show “Texas, Li’L Darlin”

If you can raise a flag and wave it
Never grant a favor
Smile and tell 'em maybe
Always kiss the baby
Give the kid a locket
Out of daddy's pocket
Have him thank you for the crime
My friend, the practice you're indulging in is politics
Yes, it's politics, simply politics
You pay a fellow seven dollars and he kicks back six
You're in politics every time
If you can please the big employers
And the workers' lawyers
Keep 'em busy fightin'
While the fish are bitin'
Don't improve conditions
'Cept for politicians
Then demand a little fee
My boy, the papers have a name for it, it's politics
Yes, it's politics, filthy politics
If you can treat the general public like a bunch of hicks
You're in politics, yes siree
You must be either high and lofty
Or a regular softy
Smart administrator
Or a second-rater
Stern and superhuman
Or like Harry Truman
Then you'll really make it there
The occupation that's designed for you is politics
Often called a fix, but it's politics
If you can mingle with the Dutchman and the Irish mix
You're in politics
What the heck!
You spell it P-O-L-I-T-I-C-S
My platform is a chicken for every pot
That's politics
What the heck!