The mayor’s on the platform making some excuse
The rabble’s on street-front raising some abuse
The red neck crowd says it’s just a ruse
But didn’t I just see a gun?

Some folks say they’re hampered by fools
Others pretend there’s nothing to do
Some keep dreaming of themselves in reviews
Me I’m too much in the sun

The anchor on the camera brings us worldwide news
The mullahs in Afghanistan are forcing down their views
The candidate keeps polling, looking for his cues
And holding some poems by John Milton 

Some folks say they’re hampered by fools
Others pretend there’s nothing to do
Some keep dreaming of themselves in reviews
Do they feel the heat of the sun?

If you don’t fear the winter’s rage
Your worldly task is done
Go on home and take your wage
If you  don’t fear the heat of the sun.

The CIA  is  trying not to lose
Ground they lost long ago –they’re really confused
They’ve got some guy who’s finally made the news
As the reincarnation of Lincoln

Some folks say they’re hampered by fools
Others pretend there’s nothing to do
Some keep dreaming of themselves in reviews
My eyes are nothing like the sun

If you don’t fear the winter’s rage
Your worldly task is done
Go on home and take your wage
If you  don’t fear the heat of the sun.

The man on the bluff wants a two-story house
So the guy across the street calls  him a louse
The neighbors call a meeting where they all get soused
Being mean to a a rich guy is  fun

Some folks say they’re hampered by fools
Others pretend there’s nothing to do
Some keep dreaming of themselves in reviews
They fear  no more the heat of the sun.