Rhymes for the Irreverent

Lyrics

*Yevtushenko?* "I'm not afraid of atom bombs", said Khrushchev "And they know it I'm not afraid of anything Except perhaps a poet" *Less Majeste* A recitation No matter how high or great the throne What sits on it is the same as your own *For the Men of Extinction* [Intro] Off we go into the wild blue yonder Climbing high into the sun Here they come zooming to meet our thunder At 'em now, give 'em the gun Down we dive spouting our flame from under Off with one helluva roar We live in fame or go down in flame Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force [Verse 1] Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter Worthy of Kubla Kahn's Xanadu dome Plushy and swanky with posh hanky-panky That affluent yankees can really call home [Verse 2] Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter A push-button palace, florescent repose Electric devices for facing a crisis With frozen fruit ices and cinema shows [Verse 3] Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter Of chromium kitchens and rubber tile dorms With waterproof portals to echo the chortles Of weatherproof mortals in hydrogen storms [Outro] What a great come-to-glory emporium To enjoy a deluxe moratorium Where nuclear heat can beguile the elite In a crème de la crème crematorium *Achtung!* [Verse 1] The Nazi, whom we did abhor Is now gemütlichkeiter For when he isn't making war No one could be politer [Verse 2] He woos Miss Liberty with zeal He bows with grace and rigor To kiss the hand and click the heel Before he clicks the trigger *Red, White and Blue Cross* You're paid to stop a bullet It's a soldier's job they say And so you stop the bullet And then they stop your pay *Should I Write a Letter to My Congressman?* Should I write a letter to my congressman? Each congressman has got two ends A sitting and a thinking end And since his whole success depends upon on his seat Why bother, friend? *Back to the Drawing Board* [Verse 1] God made the world in six days flat On the seventh He said, "I'll rest" So He let the thing into orbit swing To give it a dry run test [Verse 2] A billion years went by Then He took a look at the whirling blob His spirits fell as He shrugged "Ah well, it was only a six-day job"