Subterranean Romney Blues

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Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a successOn this dumb American night when Tracy Morgan is announcing his exploratory committee and an “anal sex joke” named Rick Santorum still gets Campaign 2012 news coverage, let’s all remember poor little rich boy Mitt Romney. He’s been running for president since approximately 1965, which was just about when Maureen Dowd first heard “Subterranean Homesick Blues” and freaked the hell out because Dylan “went electric” and also hired Chairman Mao to play the Hammond B-3 organ. Mitt Romney did not care for the radical-socialist peace-nik culture, however. He did not care for this at all! The America of 1965 was such an assault on Mitt’s delicate sensibilities that he moved to France in 1966. This is completely true and a tragically forgotten part of The Mitt Romney Story.

Six-time losers ....Romney moved to Paris in 1966, and lived in France until 1968 — some of the heaviest, sexiest years of a very revolutionary decade in a very French country. Mitt even speaks fluent French, obviously.

But did Mitt get busy with Brigitte Bardot? Did he man the barricades with the student left? Nah. Mitt Romney just walked around like a square for two years, trying to sell his folksy no-coffee no-anal American lifestyle to the French, who thought it was all some kind of brilliant new-wave deadpan satire. (Nope. Just Mormonism!)

But to celebrate his already forgotten campaign announcement video, in which he dumbly held up a sign so that webtards could substitute various funny messages,, here is the original “Subterranean Homesick Blues” promotional film (that’s Allen Ginsberg just hanging out on the left) followed by the almost as good parody by Weird Al.

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A writer and editor of this website from 2006 to early 2012, Ken Layne is occassionally seen on Twitter and writes small books and is already haunting you from beyond (your) grave.

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