Like the beams of the usherette
  But when the Big Bear bit deep after Yalta
  There were those that came to forget
  They went out west for the sreening
  And they carried a sharp-tooth comb

  So get up! Go on! Grip that stand!
  And press your hand to your heart
  Big Mac is asking the questions
  And this is only the start

  Now Mac came on hot and noisy
  In his search for old Uncle Joe
  As he tracked him down to Tonsel Town
  For Boise, Idaho
  And the folks that queued up for Coogan
  Now queued up for the end of a myth
  To sit open-mouthed at the newsreel
  The night that Chaplin took the fith

  And the offers packed up for so many
  Dropped lika a Wurlitzer into the pit
  And what we got for the pain was more John Wayne
  And anything else that they saw fit
  Because when they needed to break resistance
  And they could not go on using a fist
  They took the cameras into the court-house
  They ciculated a list