The Seattle Star

Brother, do not tarry – come away
This house curséd is for those who stay
Things are not what they appear to be
Read the Sunday Comics and you will see

Blücher.

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rate’s gone, feel free again
Oh, life’s a breeze with you, Miss Lilywhite
Jane Fonda on the screen today
Convinced the liberals it’s okay
So let’s get dressed and read Sunday Comics tonight

Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these Sunday Comics and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for the moment to arise.

When I look up to the sky
The Sunday Comics, a funny kind of yellow
I wake in the morning, tired still yawning
See the Comic underneath my pillow.