POST-MODERN BLUES
© Greg Keeler 1988

Gone, Gone, Gone

Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
We see you Ronnie, and your scantily dressed mind
Is making gestures by the window through the blind.

Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
Five thousand babies standing in a hundred rows,
While Ronnie kisses them and plays with their pink toes.

Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
This jack-o-lantern floating from the swamps to town
Lights up a sky that's falling jelly-side down.

Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.
Ronald Reagan is gone, gone, gone.