Chicago (Love Song to a Democrat)
words and music by Roy Zimmerman
© 1996 Watunes (BMI)
(From "What's Left")

Can't you smell the milk of human kindness souring on the porch
While you sit here broke and stroke your family values
Used to stand for something, now you sit for everything
Circling like a dove with no left wing

Now the lights are out, the heat is gone, you're living by the torch
Always thumbing through the cue cards Bill and Al use
Had to hock the children and put your mom and dad in storage
While you gorge on the latest George

And you're leavin' today
Going to Chicago on a mission for the Middle Man
Bereavin' today
Pack your placards, aw go on, and hey, for a little man
You sure can be a great big ass

Now the ceiling's tilting toward the wilting flowers in the vase
And the two cats in the yard have got their claws out
Everything was easy in our very very very fine House
But the fire is doused, and now you're playing Faust
(And I don't mean the Randy Newman record)

And you're leavin' today
Going to Chicago on a mission for the Middle Man
You're cleavin' today
Pack your rubbers, aw go on, and hey, for a little man
You sure can be a great big ass...
But we love you

You're
The ass
We love
To kick