For his certitude they'll haunt me, Those Lebanese that I let die. For each platitude they'll taunt me, Non-devotees of Edgar's lie. They say we should care With war ev'rywhere, But can a Mortimer Snerd, Who sits on his knee Spouting dumb repartee, Be expected to say Edgar erred? With his rectitude Edgar's saying, "Remember, Gov, It's we we love."
Music by Duke Ellington |