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