The Last Great American

Mr. merry cries in his coffin

For days he says he can remember

And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs

Of a beautiful purple mountain

From every walk of life weve come to see the last great american

May I now present you the speaker,

friends he was a man of men, a man of gold

He had a how do you say, ethical like sense

Thats when the president started to giggle

And the children gave the blessing

Though the service werent half done

Each of them sued the other one

For the last great american

Merry reaches up, we bow our heads

He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read

Here lies our merry

The man with the heart so spent

That in this day and age

Is sick of living

And judges argue letters

Fabric comes undone

For every daughter every son

Of the last great american

For every daughter every son

Of the last great american