That old poll voodoo has me in its spell
That old voodoo curse that media weaves so well
Icy fingers up
And down my spine
The same old low poll numbers since my eyes saw 29

The same old cold shiver that I feel
Inside
When that poll elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a lame duck that's
Caught in the tide

I should stay away but what can I do
I hear my low numbers, and I'm aflame
Aflame with
Such a burning ire
That only high ratings can put out the fire

Popularity is the lover that I've waited for

The mate that fate had me created for
And every time the numbers are in decline

Baby down and down I go,
All around I go
In a spin, hating the spin that I'm in
Under that old poll voodoo that has no love!

As sung by a despondent George W. Bush shortly after hearing that a Harris
Poll had his job approval rating at a record low 29%.

Parody by the Infamous Comic, 'Doc', of the popular 1955
Sammy Davis, Jr. rendition, That Old Black Magic (Johnny Mercer lyrics),
originally released in 1942 ... S4W Rated.