Lyrics:

Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat

You and me we're goin' out
To catch the latest sounds
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down

Hey, y'all prepare yourself
For the Rubberband man
You never heard a sound
Like the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control
When the Rubberband starts to jam

Oh, Lord, this dude is outta sight
Everything he does
seems to come out right

We love you Mitt! We love how you have stretched yourself to be a part of, for , against, and originated everything and everything we can think of. We love how you can stretch the truth to fit your version of events. We love how you can stretch your tax returns to fit the statement you made before you actually released, or did your taxes. We love how you just snapped to make judgements, decisicions, and accusations before there are even facts available to make judgements, decisions, and accusations. What we especially love, is that your best defense against the Obama campaign has been, " I am rubber. You are glue. What you say about me, bounces off and hits you.". Like the lyrics to the song says, ( In bold).

We Love You, Man,

Tea party/ GOP/ Money Bags McGee/ Koch Brothers

( dictated, not read)

“Ha ha. We’re in the stretch aren’t we? Look at those clouds. It’s beautiful,” Romney answered, pointing to the sky. “Look at those things.”