Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed

With Great Lawyers You Have Discussed Lepers And Crooks, You've Been Through All Of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Books.

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson Turning Over In His Grave.

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.

God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility And Good Will.