Our Candidate

There was a mystery salesman, a motorcycle rider, our candidate, and Doctor No
They all got together to check into life just to see what made things go
The first place they went was to dear Clancy's just to pay their last respects
You see, she was a-dyin' of the dirty grippe and doesn't have much time left

And they all said hello as they walked out the door
Each one thinking that he wasn't coming back no more

Now, the salesman quickly ducked into alleyways just to keep out of debtors' hands
And the motorcycle rider just a-drove away fast, claimin' that he made no stance
Well, they both ran out of potential friends in the matter of a-just one day
When it came to the truth, there was nothing left, they couldn't find a place to stay

But they're both looking through distorted glass
Trying to make things their way, but I know that this can't last

Hey, our candidate was standing in a good position, he started to do things right
But along came the Doctor shining up a pistol with the platform in his sights
Pretty soon he was a-listening to every word that the Doctor was a-lyin' down
And before he could do any good for the people he was trying to bring them down

Well, I don't know what the world soon will be
But don't listen to Doctor No, you'll have a better chance to be free

No, no, no, no, no, to Doctor No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
To Doctor No
No, no, no, no, no, no, Doctor No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
To Doctor No
To Doctor No