Well-a-day, well-a-day
Look what has come!
What's wrong is what's right
and
what's right is what's wrong!

Don't cite the grandaddy
of all of our rules!
It's a crutch for the radicals-
a haven for fools.

Theres plenty of folks
who are for their own gain
But our dear uncle Sam
isn't one of those naves

The Man knows what's right
He knows how to live.
He determines who taketh
And who shall give.

He is a po-lice man
His ways are the best
He owns half the world
With a lein on the rest

Beat the plow shares to daggars
And send men to fight
and bully the masses
with his wonderous might.

His babies are starving
his grandfolks are ill
his workers lay idle
but of THEM, he keeps still.

Physician, physician!
Heal thine own self
Take your own medicine
And see to your health!

If your own medicine cures you
and you still look to dispence
I'm here to assure you
We take great offence.

Fight your own battles!
Let the world do its thing
It sure as hell won't kill you
To keep out of the ring.

If someone attacks you
give them hell
If they leave you alone
Then wish them well.

Mind your own business
Stay out of mine
and tend what you ought to
and things would be fine!

FWIW

Chaz