THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN

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 purple mountain From every walk of life we've come to see the last Great American yeah 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 Prezident 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 Mn... American American Merry reaches up, we bow our heads He pulls the lid on down and 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 And judges argue letters Fabric comes undone For every daughter every son Of the Last Great American... For every daughter every son Of the Last Great American...