Авторы: Harry Chapin
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 The choirboys on their own Until the Second Coming They're leaving us alone And God in his Heaven Has decided to keep mum Cause He's just another traveller On the Road to Kingdom Come. Pity Mr. President He can't do a thing He says everywhere he went We 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 was just another traveller On the Road to Kingdom Come. The General's in the 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 Yes we've got to get another straggler On the Road to Kingdom Come. Wow! The lead Singers raucous As he screams out the truth Then the band hold a caucus And decides to sell their youth Our Manager will hawk us As along as we're uncouth We'll call it revolution But we'll crank out Bubble Gum Can't you see we're all just travellers On the Road to Kingdom Come. Grampa swung into the orgy It was his last hope He was dressed to the nines In deodorant and Scope He found him 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. 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 my brain is still a virgin Though the rest of me's well done And I know we're all just travellers On the Road to Kingdom Come When all is said and done Just another one.