Mr White
He was a typewriter in a computer age
Never wanting to turn the next page
A married man with children that behave
And a pretty wife who was like his slave
He did the outside and she did the inside
When he directed, she stayed by his side
When in a car with her, he was the driver
And at the local pool, he was the high diver
A man stuck in the Eisenhower decade
When products sold were American made
As an NRA member, he owned a fancy gun
And a rifle to hunt raccoons just for the fun
He was really happy when Reagan had won
But not so happy when a new race had run
Today he feels dazed, confused and meek
As his party loyalty has quickly gotten weak
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