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Folks are glum where I come from, Can't figure what I'm sayin'. But so far they've let me be, Garbling very natur'lly. Some folks claim that I'm to blame For messin' up their prayin'. But even they can plainly see I come by garbling natur'lly. My right wing predecessors All lacked the gift of gab, Yet never, ever would admit Their tongues might need rehab. My daddy's lips, just like his tongue, Could add to the confusion. Don't tell my fellow born-agains My problem's evolusion. As a V.P. Dad got to see Deceased dignitaries, None of whom could leave the room Despite Dad's tributaries. To angry cries his garbled lies Begat us higher taxes. Begatting might have ended there If he'd used prophylaxes. Some insist that I'd be missed If Mom'd ignored his baying, For then there wouldn't be a me To come by garbling natur'lly.
Music & Original Lyric by Irving Berlin |