Grace

[a phrase - spoken] If I was the lone ranger Hiding behind a mask Wouldn't be any danger To the questions I ask What ya say pocahontas Trade in your feathers and beads For an electric blanket And a packet of cigs You bet That's what she said If I had me a needle For every bubble that popped Bind them all up like one You would hear that pin drop Like a gun shot Like a shot And if I was a world leader Would not mislead the world I would not miss anything Miss america knows That it's only a pageant That it's only a show Isn't even film in the camera These aren't even my clothes No no no no Miss america knows Ah ooh ooh You remember houdini Who not a shackle could hold Carved a trap door into heaven To escape growin' old Guess he just couldn't hack it Bundled up for the cold Double-breasted straightjacket French handcuffs of gold No no no no He escaped growin' old The growing old Oh oh oh