I grew up with Harry Chapin instead of TV. I’ve been missing him a lot lately and found this song remarkably similar to the current situation.

Think of me what you will, but Harry was pure. He died a year after Lennon. The year peace and compassion was overtaken by the Ronnie revolution.

Please help save our planet. I beg you.

Peace… and reality… it’s all we’ve got left.

Do what you do.
Do what you do.

The Smoke Witch says – Wahoo!
And the Wise Man says – Me too!
And the Guru says – Wazoo!
So do what you do

The priests stand in their pulpits
The Pope sits on his throne
The parishes are empty
And the choirboys on their own
Until the Second Coming
Yes, They’re leaving us alone
And God in his Heaven
Has decided to keep mum
Because He’s just another traveller
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

And all is said and done, he’s just another one.

Pity Mr. President
He can’t do a thing
He says everywhere he went
We’ve tried to make him sing
Our lonely White House resident
Says we should have made him King
Maybe then he could have saved us
From the truth we were hiding from
But he’s just another traveller
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

And all is said and done.

He was just another one.

The General’s in his game room
But his Soldier won’t salute
Ever since he was promoted
He can’t pop his chute
His shrink says he is paranoid
‘Bout communistic roots
So unfurl the flag boys
Start beating his drum
We’ve got to get another straggler
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

When all is said and done, he was just another one.
Yes, another one.

And the Smoke Witch says – Wahoo!
And the Wise Man says – Me too!
And the Guru says – Wazoo!
So do what you do!

Woah! The lead Singers raucous
As he screams out the truth
Then the band holds a caucus
And decides to sell their youth
Our Manager he’ll hawk us
As along as we’re uncouth
And we’ll call it revolution
But we’ll crank out Bubble Gum
‘Cause that’s the marching tune for travellers
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

When all is said and done, we’re just some other ones

Grampa swung into the orgy
It was his last hope
He was dressed to the nines
In deodorant and Scope
He found himself a woman
She brought Vaseline and soap
Well it started out exciting
But it ended up ho hum
She said – I thought that you could take me
All the way to Kingdom Come.

When all was said and done
You were just another one grandpa

So Billy sells hot sermons
And cold wars through the mails
While Mr. Big is selling out
His business never fails
King Kennedy like Chaucer’s
Chasing Canterbury Tales
And though the brain is still a virgin
The rest of me’s well done
Don’t you know we’re all just travellers
On the Road to Kingdom Come
I’m just another one
When all is said and done
Just another one.

The Smoke Witch says – Wahoo!
And the Wise Man says – Me too!
And the Guru says – Wazoo!
So do what you do!