Chapter Fifty-Five

BAD BOY
[ a song, country-rock ]


        He was a bad boy who was told to go chop wood
        But he went fishin' instead 'cause he never was no good
        Never went to church on Sunday nor learnt a thing in school
        Yeah, he did his very best to break every single rule

        He grew up to be a gambler, grew up to be a thief
        He caused his father shame and he brought his mother grief
        Before he was 14 years old he ended up in jail
        Where his girlfriends came to visit and ante up his bail

        He was a bad boy who finally settled down
        Became a model citizen and mayor of his hometown
        'Till one day he got frustrated when his children acted lax
        And went after both of them and his ol' lady with an ax

        The small town found a small-time judge and had a big-time trial
        He hired a big-time lawyer with a big an' expensive smile
        They brought in the press and cameras, condemned his worthless soul
        And took him and his mouthpiece, locked them both up in the hole

        Now, you may think this song ends here and this story's met its goal
        But after only a coup'la years he got out on parole
        Seems he might've had a hard time earnin' a paycheck after that
        But he fell into the lobby pocket of the corporation fat

        They took his tarnished image, made it squeak-clean like a mouse
        Got him elected governor, then Speaker of the House
        He financed a right campaign 'neath the coalition steeple
        And ended up as President representin' we the people

        After only a month or two the treasury was all bleached
        And in spite of his reputation, he finally was impeached
        Though in life everythin' he tried had somehow always missed
        He then stole a fancy tie and became a tv evangelist

        He crusaded in Los Angeles, Denver and Detroit
        Then traveled overseas to see who else he could exploit
        One day he took more than usual from the offering pail
        And ended up where he had started, back in county jail

        He was a bad boy, always up to nuthin' good
        Who did his very best to not do anythin' he should
        He became a tv preacher who sang an evil song
        And ended up in jail where folks like him belong

        Yeah, he was a bad boy, always up to nuthin' good
        Who did his very best to not do anythin' he should
        He became a tv preacher who sang an evil song
        And ended up in jail where folks like him belong
        He pleaded innocence, cryin' "I did nothin' wrong"
        But he ended up in jail where folks like him belong
        Yeah, he ended up in jail. . . where folks like him belong *


House of Ruth       Bread and Roses


DEDICATED TO:  Country music singer Johnny Cash, a fine American patriot and a far better preacher through his life and music than those from the nauseating Sunday pulpits of American stain-glass ignorance.


*FootNote:  Loosely based on the American short story, The Story of the Bad Little Boy, by Mark Twain (1875).  Inspired by Peter Popoff, Jim Baker, Pat Robertson (also known as Fat Robber's Son), The Christian Coalition, Newt Gingrich and Junior Bush (also known in the European press as the Global Village Idiot).  Special thanks to Larry Flynt, longtime outspoken critic of American religious and political hypocrisy.


           


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