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Part One -- Quality Lincoln

Lincoln suffered from depression, Joe

but it wasn't because of the war, you know

and it wasn't because of his son who died

or the wacky behavior of his bride

Lincoln had a rare disease

They cloned his bones, said a magazine

No, they didn't have the know-how in those days

 

It isn't Grant in Lincoln's tomb

but it isn't Abe, it's some baboon

A gangly goon in fancy pants

who took the good man's place by chance

Lincoln had a rare disease

Booth killed an ape that wore his sleeves

No, they didn't have the know-how

didn't have a cure in those days

 

Lincoln

It shouldn't happen to our quality Lincoln

Shoulda' happened all to Jefferson Davis

or that condesending General Sherman

with his inimitable bow-tie snapping

Shouldn't happen to our quality Lincoln

Shoulda' happened all to Colonel Smith

 

Lincoln's got no kin today

The Lincoln name is dead

Got to find some dna

got to dig up Lincoln's head

Lincoln had a rare disease

that turned him into a chimpanzee

No they didn't have the know-how

didn't have a cure in those days

 

Lincoln

It shouldn't happen to our quality Lincoln

Shoulda' happened all to Jefferson Davis

or that condesending General Sherman

with his inimitable bow-tie snapping

Shouldn't happen to our quality Lincoln

Shoulda' happened all to Colonel Smith

 

Part 2 -- Lincoln Tool

 

I was with Booth when he plotted the assassination of Abraham Lincoln

This is the truth; I was troubled 'bout imancipation of them there slaves

so I offered up my sword to the confederacy at large

and here I am

 

I was a reb' in the guise of a Union Colonel with all those fools

I butchered a town just to prove to them that I was a loyal Lincoln tool

Then in order to escape my shame, I wandered into outer space

and here I am

 

Part 3 -- Cousin Smith

 

Dynamite baked in a pie for my little cousin Zachary

Privately hoping that I won't receive payment in kind from all of these

Northern-bred paritsans of the cause that brought me fame

I am the Smith that gave all of the Smiths their bad name

 

What would you think of a man who, out of his pride and arrogance,

threw in his lot with a plan to betray our quality nation's president?

Safe until Great Birnan Wood scaled high Dunsinane,

he was the Lincoln who gave every king their bad name

 

© 1993 by Matthew & Joseph Perry

 

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