No fewer than 10 songs mention that Dean’s a doctor, and rarely do they do so in the poetic, rock’n’roll sense (such as the Thompson Twins’ early ’80s plaint, “Doctor, Doctor, can’t you see I’m burnin’, burnin'”). Some get painted into unfortunate lyrical corners. Denny Zartman, an AM radio-board operator from Smyrna, Ga., sings in “We Want Howard Dean”: “We’re gonna need a doctor to fix us up quick / We need to remove our Bush and our Dick.” But many of the doc references come off like the boasts of beaming old women in the bingo parlors of their assisted-living complexes — as in, “My son’s a doctor.”
My parents owned Sing Along with Millard Fillmore, a collection of campaign songs. I remember, “Row, row, row with Roosevelt, on the Good Ship USA.” There also was “Root, root, root for Roosevelt” due to confusion about the pronunciation of his name.