Bushleaguer

How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.Like sugar, the guests are so refined, (look like melting mice)A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguerSwinging for the fence, got lucky with a strikeDrilling for fear, makes the job simpleBorn on third, thinks he got a tripleBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its way,...I remember when you sangThat song about todayNow it's tomorrow andEverything has changedA think tank of aloof multiplicationA nicotine wish and a columbus decanterRetrenchment and hoggishnessThe aristocrat choir sings"What's the ruckus?"The haves have not a clueThe immenseness of sufferingAnd the odd negotiation, a rarityWith onionskin plausibility of life,And a keyboard reaffirmationBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its way through the citiesBlackout weaves its way,...I remember when you sangThat song about todayNow it's tomorrow andEverything has changed