Democratic Process Lyrics - Bobs

(You could be the President) 

(You could be the President) 

(One nation, oh my god) 

(You could be the President) 

I went to my dentist's at 3rd and Market 

That wisdom tooth had to go 

I'd never seen my dentist so friendly before 

As he put me under he shook my hand and said "Congratulations" 

Was he saluting my courage? 

I woke up to the smell of cigar smoke 

I thought I heard my name being shouted 

I opened my eyes, I was onstage standing right next to the candidate 

Across the hall I saw banners with his name and mine 

My mouth was still numb but I smiled big 

I still had the bib around my neck 

One of the press photographers yelled "How about a couple without the 

bib?" 

And it's true 

Here I am 

This could never happen in Russia 

Look Ma, it's me 

Restores my faith in the democratic process 

I've never understood party politics 

And I've never figured out how vice-president candidates are chosen 

Who would have believed it's from your dental records 

But it's true 

Here I am 

This could never happen in Russia 

Look Ma, it's me 

Restores my faith in the democratic process 

Yeah it's true 

This could only happen in America 

Look Ma, it's me 

I've got some faith in the democratic process 

This could never happen in Russia 

Hi Mom