Mr. Merry cries in his coffin
For days he says he can remember
And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
Of a beautiful purple mountain
From every walk of life we've come to see the last great AmericanMay I now present you the speaker,
"Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold:
He had a how do you say, ethical like sense"
That's when the President started to giggle
And the children gave the blessing
Though the service weren't half done
Each of them sued the other one
For the last great AmericanMerry reaches up, we bow our heads
He pulls the lid on down and his stone is readHere lies our MerryThe man with the heart so spentThat in this day and ageIs sick of livingAnd judges argue letters
Fabric comes undone
For every daughter every son
Of the last great AmericanFor every daughter every son
Of the last great American
Songwriters
Ondrasik, JohnPublished by
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