Lyrics

This, as you may have gathered, is the end of the movie The entire cast is assembled here at the Centerville Recreational Facility To bid farewell to you and to express thanks for your attendance at this theatre This might seem old-fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in on this song It's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie It's the kind of a song that the people might sing To lеt all of you in the audience know that wе really like you, we care about you We understand how hard it is to laugh these days With all the terrible problems in the world Lord have mercy on the people in England For the terrible food those people must eat And— excuse me And may the Lord have mercy on the fate of this movie And God bless the mind of the man in the street Help all the rednecks and the flat-foot policemen And the terrible function they all must perform And God help the winos and the junkies and the weirdos And every poor soul who's adrift in the storm Help everybody so they all get some action Some love on the weekend, some real satisfaction A room and a meal and a garbage disposal A lawn and a hose'll be strictly genteel Lord have mercy on the hippies and faggots And the dykes and the weird little children they grow Help the Black man Help the poor man Help the milkman, help the doorman Help the lonely neglected old farts that I know Well, it certainly has been swell being with you here, folks If your name wasn't on the list of blessings we been passing out tonight We don't want you to be pissed off We don't want you leave that theater seat either Forgive him for he knows not what he does, stop (As there's still more to come) But before we go on, I'd like to introduce to you (On the other hand, maybe he does know) My good friend and musical associate, Mr. Howard Kaylan Who's about to give us the closing final benediction