“Sung to the tune of America the Beautiful”
Oh
Beautiful, Untruthful Dreams,
Where
I can sock the Chief!
Where
I Command, and He Obeys,
‘Cause
with him I’ve got Beef!
Where
I can curse, and he cannot,
And
he just takes it All!
He
Crowns this good, with Brotherhood,
‘Cause
he’s climbed on the Ball!
He
issues me a Pass per Week,
For
Ten Days in a Row!
And
just so I’ll enjoy Myself,
He
furnishes the dough!
Oh
Beautiful, Untruthful Dreams,
That
fill my Heart with Joy!
To
dream all day, as well as night,
Would
sure be swell, OH BOY!
(
FiN )
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