Election Song (From the Paramount+ Series ‘Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies')

My patriotic duty, it compels me
To rise to the occasion for the vote
Democracy requires tender caring
For it's fragile as an ego
So to the polls must we go
But, thank God, it's almost
Thank God, it's almost over
This stupid election has almost killed us
Consuming every fiber of our lives
There's no more issues left for us to discuss
And I'm over the moon to say goodbye
To this unhealthy obsession
It's too much, twenty-four seven
This stupid election has almost killed us
Goodbye, goodbye
He said, she said, spinning all these lies
Goodbye, goodbye
Almost overreach the finish line
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Our country was founded on the simple theory
That every voice is worth its weight in gold
But I can't lie, what I'm really needing
Is to sip a sweet vermouth, unplug the theory
The projection, the deflection
Is too much, twenty-four seven
This stupid election has almost killed us
Goodbye, goodbye
He said, she said, spinning all these lies
Goodbye, goodbye
Almost overreach the finish line
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye