The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, “The sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken”

  • Arotrios@kbin.social
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    1 year ago

    This is so good that it got me tracking down the full lyrics:

    The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course
    The city fathers, they are trying to endorse
    The reincarnation of Paul Revere’s horse
    But the town has no need to be nervous
    The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
    To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits
    A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits
    At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
    Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
    Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for food
    I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
    The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
    Screaming, she moans, “I’ve just been made”
    Sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the shade
    And says, “My advice is to not let the boys in”
    And the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
    He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
    “Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
    You will not die, it’s not poison”
    Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
    Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for food
    I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
    Now, John the blacksmitht, he torturing a thief
    Says to the hero, the Commander-in-chief
    “Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
    Is there a hole for me to get sick in?”
    The Commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
    Saying, “Death to all those who have whimper and cry”
    And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
    Saying, “The sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken”
    Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
    Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for the food
    I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
    Alright
    Let’s hear that back
    He got to put the wall up over him