So There!
The forgivingest guy in the world am I, and seldom I bear a grudge;
And I often sing to myself, " Old thing, who are you that you should judge? "
But once in a while I lose my smile, and I bite on my cigar,
And you'll maybe learn that the worm can turn, and I can be pushed so far.
For this is what gets me wild and hot till I grind my teeth and dance:
Whatever became of that old tin foil I gave to the kids of France?
My bonds are low, but I let that go —
I never was one to bawl,
Though the things I thought were what
I fought for weren't the things at all.
I pay my tax and I make no cracks at the ridiculous government;
If I knew how to adjust the row, perhaps
I'd be President.
When liquor quite disappeared from sight I raised no protesting voice,
And if Sundays blue should be our due,
I'll dutifully rejoice;
But Berserker ire sets me afire with a flame that can't be hid,
When I wonder who got that old tin foil and what miserable good it did.
The forgivingest guy in the world am I, and seldom I bear a grudge;
And I often sing to myself, " Old thing, who are you that you should judge? "
But once in a while I lose my smile, and I bite on my cigar,
And you'll maybe learn that the worm can turn, and I can be pushed so far.
For this is what gets me wild and hot till I grind my teeth and dance:
Whatever became of that old tin foil I gave to the kids of France?
My bonds are low, but I let that go —
I never was one to bawl,
Though the things I thought were what
I fought for weren't the things at all.
I pay my tax and I make no cracks at the ridiculous government;
If I knew how to adjust the row, perhaps
I'd be President.
When liquor quite disappeared from sight I raised no protesting voice,
And if Sundays blue should be our due,
I'll dutifully rejoice;
But Berserker ire sets me afire with a flame that can't be hid,
When I wonder who got that old tin foil and what miserable good it did.
And I often sing to myself, " Old thing, who are you that you should judge? "
But once in a while I lose my smile, and I bite on my cigar,
And you'll maybe learn that the worm can turn, and I can be pushed so far.
For this is what gets me wild and hot till I grind my teeth and dance:
Whatever became of that old tin foil I gave to the kids of France?
My bonds are low, but I let that go —
I never was one to bawl,
Though the things I thought were what
I fought for weren't the things at all.
I pay my tax and I make no cracks at the ridiculous government;
If I knew how to adjust the row, perhaps
I'd be President.
When liquor quite disappeared from sight I raised no protesting voice,
And if Sundays blue should be our due,
I'll dutifully rejoice;
But Berserker ire sets me afire with a flame that can't be hid,
When I wonder who got that old tin foil and what miserable good it did.
The forgivingest guy in the world am I, and seldom I bear a grudge;
And I often sing to myself, " Old thing, who are you that you should judge? "
But once in a while I lose my smile, and I bite on my cigar,
And you'll maybe learn that the worm can turn, and I can be pushed so far.
For this is what gets me wild and hot till I grind my teeth and dance:
Whatever became of that old tin foil I gave to the kids of France?
My bonds are low, but I let that go —
I never was one to bawl,
Though the things I thought were what
I fought for weren't the things at all.
I pay my tax and I make no cracks at the ridiculous government;
If I knew how to adjust the row, perhaps
I'd be President.
When liquor quite disappeared from sight I raised no protesting voice,
And if Sundays blue should be our due,
I'll dutifully rejoice;
But Berserker ire sets me afire with a flame that can't be hid,
When I wonder who got that old tin foil and what miserable good it did.
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