Subterranean Homesick Blues Again

Dan's on the mezzanine asking where the mayor lives I'm on the dole line, wondrin bout conservatives The man with the leg cramps boot camps wheel clamps says they cut his food stamps. Look out son, he’s packin a gun: God knows why Pat Boone, full moon someone's gonna die soon. Del's on welfare, Donald Trump is real pissed: give 'em all health care? What are we? Socialists? Thinks I'm Harry Lime: street crime, sub-prime, now you're working part-time. Look out boy, you're only a goy: don't revere teachers, don't obey no preachers. Jen's on Fox News talkin bout the bank crash wanna get some real views? What about the trailer trash? Read about Goldilocks Botox bobbysocks modelled by Amanda Knox. Look out, Joe, you're spoiling the show. Don't watch features, don't dance in the bleachers. Get hired, get fired, get rich, get stitched, get tired, get wired, get hitched, get ditched. They got the cops at backstop, Al Gore keeping score 'tween the Poors and Dirt-Poors, 'tween the Haves and Have-Mores. John Wayne's vanished. He's off to learn Spanish.