This scene's not lean

Your head's filled with scheme

C.B

You're rude

You're mean

Your head's filled with scheme

C.B

Couldn't find your wool chair tonight?

As stars and stripes define your life

Broken through the forties

I'd rather be moving west

Than coordinate your separate sect

Of speech inducting fault conversationalists

Proud father, embarrassed son

Big mouth, bigger cut

And as they say

There's only one speech we're listening to today