And the Bandwagon Rolls On

The vaselined tiger has slid away,

and the slipperier ones queue up to say.

“He meant so much to me,”

Dave hails David as a boyhood hero,

and how can that be?

The grinning liar Tony does the same,

sons of privilege both,

they speak a working class hero's name

- a killing, chilling joke.

Major Tim is not Tom,

although we hope something isn't wrong,

life just isn't Aladdin's song.

The Jones Boy is gone,

died as he lived,

obscured by mirrors and smoke

the last persona – a New York bloke.

Goodbye Zig the Wonder Kid,

and all the other things you did.

How you'd have laughed

-yeah, bust your zips-

to hear your name

on politicos' lips.