"The Country's In the Very Best of Hands"

lyrics by Johnny Mercer

Them city folks and we'uns
Are pretty much alike
Though they ain't used to living in the sticks
We don't like stone or cement
But we is in agreement
When we get started talking politics

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

The treasury says the national debt
Is climbing to the sky
And government expenditures
Have never been so high
It makes a fellow get a
Gleam of pride of pride within his eye
To see how our economy expands
The country's in the very best of hands

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

You oughtta hear the senate
When their drawing up a bill
Whereases and to-wits are crowded in each codicil
Such legal terminology
Would give your heart a thrill
There's phrases there that no one understands
The country's in the very best of hands

The building boom, they say
Is getting bigger every day
And when I asked a feller
How could everybody pay
He come up with an answer
That made everything okay
Supplies are getting greater than demands
The country's in the very best of hands

Don't you believe them congressmen
And senators are dumb
When they run into problems
That is tough to overcome
They just declare something
They call the moratorium
The upper and the lower house disbands
The country's in the very best of hands

Ford Motors is connected to the nominee
The nominee's connected to the treasury
When he ain't connected to the treasury
He sits around on his thigh bone

He sits around in this place they got
This big congressional parking lot
Just sits around on his you know what
Up there they calls it their thigh bone

Them bones, them bones
Gonna rise again
Gonna exercise the franchise again
Gonna tax us up to our eyes again
When they gets up off of their thigh bone

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

The farm bill should be
Eight-nine percent parity
Another fellow recommends
It should be ninety-three
But eighty, ninety-five percent who cares about degree
It's parity that no one understands
The country's in the very best of hands

Them GOP's and democrats
Each hates the other one
They's always criticizing
How the country should be run
But neither tell the public
What the others gone and done
As long as no one knows
Where no one stands
The country's in the very best of hands

They sits around and just place they're at
Where folks in congress has always sat
Just sits around on their excess fat
Up there they calls it their thigh bone

They sits around till they starts to snore
Jumps up and hollers
I has the floor
Then sits right down where they sats before
Up there they calls it their thigh bone

Them bones, them bones
Gonna cross again
So dignified and so wise again
While the budget doubles in size again
When it gets them off of their thigh bone

The country's in the very best of hands
The best of hands
The best of hands

The money that they taxes us
That's known as revenues
They compound up collateral
Subtracts the residue
Don't worry about the principal
And interest that accrues
They're shipping all that stuff to foreign lands
The country's in the very best of hands

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Posted by TigersMaul Bammers

Normandy Park, WA

Member since Apr 2009

871 posts

Posted on 1/25/14 at 6:12 pm to Kafka

The Hold Steady - Stuck Between Stations

There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup?s straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn?t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn?t all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she?s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it?s like it?s stuck between stations
On the radio.

The devil and John Berryman
Took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington
Talking to the river.
He said ?I?ve surrounded myself with doctors
And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies
Make for lousy lovers.?
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didn?t

So he died.
She said ?You?re pretty good with words
But words won?t save your life.?
And they didn?t.
So he died.

He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he?s tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention.

These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.

We drink
We dry up
Then we crumble to dust

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Posted by Kafka

I am the moral conscience of TD

Member since Jul 2007

142507 posts

Posted on 1/25/14 at 6:13 pm to Kafka

"Goin' Back"

Dusty Springfield

The Byrds

Lyrics by Gerry Goffin

I think I'm goin' back
To the things
I learned so well
In my youth

I think I'm returning to
Those days
When I was young enough
To know the truth

Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more coloring books
No Christmas bells to chime

But thinking young
And growing older
Is no sin
And I can play
The game of life to win

I can recall a time
When I wasn't ashamed
To reach out to a friend
And now I think I've got
A lot more than
A skipping rope to lend

Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And everyday can be
A magic carpet ride
And I can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years

Let everyone debate the true reality
I'd rather see the world
the way it used to be
A little bit of freedom's
All we lack
So catch me if you can
I'm goin' back...