The Prophet Roger

It could well be stated that the following words, composed by the late, great Roger Miller as part of his musical ‘Big River,’ would have been appropriate and timely at many stages during America’s history. Fair enough. From my point of view there has never been a day more fitting than today, this very day, Wednesday, April 15, 2009 – to appreciate its meaning. Enjoy!

Well, you dadgum government – you sorry so-and-sos
You got your damn hands in every pocket of my clothes
You dadgum, dadgum, dadgum government
Oh don’t you know – oh, don’t you love ‘em sometimes
Well you dadgum government you better pay attention
You’re sittin’ up there like a fool’s convention
You dadgum, dadgum, dadgum government
Oh don’t you know – oh, don’t you love ‘em sometimes
Well you soul-selling no good son-of-a-sgoe-fittin’ fire starters
I ought to tear your no good perambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your government walls – all of you, you bastards
You dadgum government, you sorry rackafratchits
You got yourself an itch and you’re wantin’ me to scratch it
You dadgum, dadgum, dadgum government
Oh don’t you know – oh, don’t you love ‘em sometimes