Lyrics:

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas
Still walking in their shades;
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce
And plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin',
Head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing,
But there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
Stands alone with his punchline failing.
Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food
And the band plays 'In the Mood'
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,
There's a smell of peach blossom
And bitter almond.
Caryl Chessman sniffs the
Air and leads the parade,
He knows in a scent, you
Can bottle all you made.
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes,
Smiling at the majorettes smoking
Winston cigarettes.
And as the song and dance begins, the children
Play at home with needles; needles and pins.