In old Hollywood, proud and gray All of the ghosts gathered 'round the TV
We can argue all that you like We can argue until we fight But the loser may have been right
Glamorous, black and white Zoning out, most the night
Why do we end up imitating All the ones that we once were hating? Men are clumsy, violent fools Women are a delicate pool of flowers and cobras Short story long I put it in a song As the TV was shouting on
Because being quiet can sometimes Be more powerful than being right You could try it
We can argue all that you like We can argue until we fight But the loser may have been right