They write their songs of war, but not for me. They're why I went to war so hopefully. It would have been a thrill (More than she gave to Bill) That I could cherish still My do re me. Was I a fool to hope I'd get a song? Though Rove assured me all along Berlin would write If I would fight, And he still might, But so far not for me. They wrote those songs for wars, but not for mine. Don't they know mine was strictly by design? But in what key? BYOB? RSVP? Perhaps, we'll C. To get my song of war must I write my own? In my cell I will have to compose alone. Cheney won't know why Rummy's now gun-shy And Ashcroft's alibi Worked for him, but not for me.
Music by George Gershwin |