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LOVE RIDER The king on his throne, the queen with her be-jeweled crown All of their subjects of ill-repute and those of some less certain renown The virgin in the Sunday-morning choir and the preacher in his Sunday best The sinners and the saints, o’ pontiff in foolish garment of vestment dress The hooker and the gambler, the merciless dealer down on Main Street The national professional sports hero and the old tired cop on the beat The poor and middle-class, the wealthy well-heeled keepers of the fame The senate and the House; o’ Congress of depraved heathen shame The young and often foolish and the old and sometimes wise Those who think it’s mainly bullshit and those who can’t read between the lies The rich, the mighty and the swift, the meek, the blind and the lame All the losers and the winners of this life’s cruel, cold-hearted game We in common must heed the call, for who can oppose Mother Nature’s goal? We walk, we crawl, we run. . . to that nearest familiar white porcelain bowl And dumping our pressing load with a mighty sigh of great relief We give thanks to the eternal Father while mumbling, “hail to the chief” Then quickly hitching up our drawers, we head for the nearest watering hole With our bike or whatever makes us happy, ‘party-hearty’ our main goal We all have whatever reason for blaming the other guy for why we are down-trodden Though professor, pope and sinner alike, all share a thing or two in common And it would seem that Jesus loves us all, all the same, both you and me Though he cares not for our religions, especially that one called Christianity And we know he must feel sorry if our weary soul should hit the skids For what else is there, but to enjoy life and do our part, for Jerry’s kids? 
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