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 and purple mountain From every walk of life we ve 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 That s when the President started to giggle Then the children gave the blessing Though the service weren t half done Each of them sued the other one For the last great American Mr.
Reaches up and we bow our heads He pulls the lid on down as 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 Then the funeral pyre was shattered And the world became undone The mourners raised their heads up As the crowd began to run Then everybody stopped
to the beating of a drum.
For through the smoke and morning sun Stands the Last Great American |
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