Come to the dinner gone,
tables laden high, fat bellies and hungry little ones
Tuck your napkins in and
take your share.
Some get the gravy,
and some get the gristle.
Some get the marrow bone,
and some get nothing,
though there's plenty to spare.
I took my share down by the sea.
Paper plates and
Javik's bottles on the tide
And seagulls come down and
they squawk at me
Down where the water ski er
s glide
Some turn to
Jesus, and some turn to heroin,
some turn to ramblin' around, lookin' for
a clean sky and a drinkin' stream.
Some watch the paint peel off,
some watch the kids grow up,
some watch the stocks and bonds.
Waiting for that big deal,
American dream.
I took my dream down by the sea.
Yankee yachts and lobster
pots and sunshine
And logs and sails and shell oil mills, dogs and tugs in summertime,
back in the bank with my angry young people crying.
Who let the greedy in?
Who left the needy out?
Who made the salty soup?
Tell them we're very hungry
now for a sweeter fare.
Some get the gravy.
Some get the crystal.
Some get the marrow bone.
And some get nothing.
Even though there's plenty to spare