Herman Cain is my name and I served up some pizza plain
‘Til so many calories came, I tore up my bio again
In the winter of 95, those who served the hungry, made me their guy
I lobbied Congress and I met some gals
It was a time I remember oh so well
The night I drove young Dixie home
I put my hand on her leg
It was the night I drove young Dixie home
And I began to sing
I went, ‘La la la la la, La la la la, ladies love me.’
Back with my wife was intense, you see, when the lawyers came to me
They said, ‘Herman, quick come see, here comes Sharon B.’
Now I don’t mind being misunderstood, and I don’t care if the money’s no good
You take what you need and you leave the rest
But they never should have said that I had touched her breast
The night I drove young Dixie home
And she started crying
It was the night I drove young Dixie home
And all the people were denyin’
I went, “La la la la la la, La la la la, I don’t recall”
Like Godfathers before me, I spun the pizza dough
And with the lawyers before me, the claims also rose
I was beatin’ Mitt, which I crave; then Ginger White came and laid me in my grave
I swear by the flags behind my suit
You can’t raise a Cain when the media’s in pursuit
The night I drove young Dixie home
And she wasn’t even that young
It was the night I drove old Dixie home
And the Republicans were considerin’
They went, “Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah.”
The night I drove young Dixie home
And the media was howlin’
It was the night I drove young Dixie home
And I just kept scowlin’
How bout if I make ‘9-9-9’ ‘9-9-9-9’?