I’ll sing you all a song-o.
I love to write!
It won’t be very long-o.
I danced on the Capitol lawn.
Whose streets? Our streets!
I’ll sing you all a song-o
about trying to right the wrong-o,
fighting the good fight-o.
We’re about 10,000-strong-o
today, singing: We don't have very long!
Earth-abuse is not all right!
But I’ll sing you all a song
about how it feels to be King Kong
punching helicopters, skyscraper-high—
not very long
before the gunners had him on the ground.
To King Kong, and to all, I say Good night!
I’ve sung you all my song-o.
It wasn’t very long-o.
