The Love Song of
Let us go then, you and I
Trust me baby, I wont lie
Er-uh now where did that road fly, from underneath our feet?
Taking a turn and no headlights on pushed the Olds Delmont
With you in the rear, and me in the front of our gas-guzzling boiler room casket
To just over the edge in our formal wear
Into the Chappaquiddick we go
lifeless as a Michelangelo
Well, here I don’t go again
Listless and incoherent and far from my brother’s legacy
Slowly circling down the drain
So do I dare reach down, do I dare?
reach past my senate chair?
It seems a bad lottery for the neck of Ted upon the auction floor
Oh, what a big head that Ted has
How does he get through his door?
Or how does he miss the dock, where his car is moored?
Into the Chappaquiddick we go
Lifeless as a Michelangelo