He's got a checked suit
Flash-light at Checkpoint Charlie
Among the searchlights
A balloon idea floats from his brain
The bubble bursts on his face


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He's in the back seat Multiplication sex drive
The receiver He's in credit, he's alive
He is happy. He's alive.


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He is the dead-beat walkman
Of Rock and Roll on the frontier
Listen out for something
American Forces Radio
He's on the late, late Alimony show


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And now here's twelve year old Tracy With her poem about George Washington:
George Washington was the first
Great American President
And we honour him
And respect him
And we follow in the true American way


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He rides the lightening

is snoring drowns the thunder
Finds his dreams frightening
But he's in credit he's alive
Wake up tomorrow he'll be fine.


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Who am I working for?
I don't know which one to think.
Who am I working for these days?

Composição: The Three Johns