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The Merry Misanthrope

from Squirt, Rubber Heart by Al Duvall

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Here come those four horsemen, green white red and black
They grin like horny Norsemen as they pull out from the pack
They charge on past the finish to blow the city up
I watch them from the clubhouse and I’m yelling giddy-up

Oh, men are mean and worthless, they rile me up, by garsh
I learned to stare straight through ‘em, now my sermons aren’t so harsh
I fought for God and country, but now I understand
A dunce cap horn-of-plenty is the emblem of our land

This old world’s a shaggy dog and we are just the fleas
It can try to scratch us off but we still do what we please
But soon its master’s coming to scrub it down with soap
That’s why you hear me humming, I’m the Merry Misanthrope

I wooed a moody Creole, I got down on my knees
And gazed in through her keyhole at her silky BVDs
I said Come lie in my arms love and I’ll lie in your ear
The night was full of magic, so I made her disappear

The people I admire lie dead in dusty books
Those rebels under fire, those daring desperate crooks
Those busty curvy hustlers, those crusty scurvy salts
If they were here beside me, I’d be picking out their faults

Folks now just are disappointing and happy as can be
Maybe I would like ‘em better if they were more like me
They call me a curmudgeon, but I just grin and hope
And strum upon my bludgeon, I’m the Merry Misanthrope

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from Squirt, Rubber Heart, released June 1, 2011

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