Dream Song 23: The Lay of Ike

Lyrics

This is the lay of Ike. Here's to the glory of the Grewt White—awk— who has been running—er—er—things in recent—ech— in the United—If your screen is black, ladies & gentlemen, we—I like— at the Point he was already terrific—sick to a second term, having done no wrong— no right—no · right—having let the Army—bang— defend itself from Joe, let venom' Strauss bile Oppenheimer out of use—use Robb, who'll later fend for Goldfine—Breaking no laws, he lay in the White House—sob!!— who never understood his own strategy—whee— so Monty's memoirs—nor any strategy, wanting the ball bulled thro' all parts of the line at once—proving, by his refusal to take Berlin, he misread even Clauswitz—wide empty grin that never lost a vote (O Adlai mine).