I Started Playing The Trumpet When I

I'm Glad That The Bush Years Are Behind Us

These Days I Seem To Think About The Things I Forgot To Do For You And All The Times I Had A Chance To.

Into A Dancer You Have Grown From The Seeds Somebody Else Has Sown.

Say A Prayer For The Pretender, Who Started Out So Young And Strong Only To Surrender.

I'm Gonna Be A Happy Idiot And Struggle For The Legal Tender. Where The Ads Take Aim And Lay Their Claim To The Heart And The Soul Of The Spender. And Believe In Whatever May Lie In Those Things That Money Can Buy, Though True Love Could Have Been A Contender.