With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
 Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
 Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand.
 Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing.
 Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing.
 Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band  plays 'In the Mood'
 The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there's a smell of
 peach blossom and bitter almonde.
 Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he know in a scent,
 you can bottle all you made.
 There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the majorettes
 smoking Winston Cigarettes.
 And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
 with needles; needles and pins