Mr. Merry cries in his coffin

For days he says he can remember

And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs

Of a beautiful purple mountain

From every walk of life we've come to see the Last Great American



So may I now present you the speaker,

"Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold...

He had a how do you say, ethical-like sense"

That's when the President started to giggle

Then the childeren gave the blessing

Though the service weren't half done

Each of hem sued the other one

For the Last Great American



Merry reaches up, we bow our heads

He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read



Here lies our Merry

The man with the heart so spent

That in this day and age

Is sick of living



And judges argue letters

Fabric comes undone

For every daughter every son

Of the Last Great American...



For every daughter every son

Of the Last Great American