Arthur

Arthur looked up from his bed sheets, The world around him looked strange. He remembered the ride to work that very morning But now the world had changed. He knew that his home was in England Or maybe just somewhere in Queens. His mother lives in Peoria She's buried in Kensington green. And Kennedy won the election But Nixon's still holding his ground Arthur knows it's the middle of summer With a half foot of snow on the ground He thinks that he might be in China Locked in some prisoner's cell How he arrived there the people won't tell him His departure's a secret as well. Arthur looked up from his bedsheets and He knew he must take a stand. He pulled the IV from his good right arm and grabbed the broken bottle in his hand, He raced to the end of the hallway In only his hospital gown It was down to his knees He was flapping in the breeze But that didn't slow our boy down. And there at the end of the hallway Surrounded by orderlies and police He faked to the right and jumped to the left and He caught one big cop with his knees I guess she didn't see her behind him As he started his way down the stairs The last thing he felt on his short flight to freedom was A needle in his derriere Arthur looked up from his bed sheets, The world around him looked strange. He remembered the ride to work that very morning But now the world had changed. He knew that his home was in England Or maybe just somewhere in Queens. His mother lives in Peoria She's buried in Kensington green.