1960
It's 1960
And gosh, what a swell year it's been!
So many blessings
Such wonders it has brought
You hardly know where to begin
There's Xerox and lasers
The Twist and the Pill
A city in Brazil
That no one wants to fill
Krushchev stopped screaming
And Librium came in
And Nixon didn't win
Ha ha ha ha ha
Goodbye then to Ike and the brass
To years that were cozy but crass
It's true Ike was icky
But better him than Dicky
Now meet the first First Family with class
En masse
There's Bobby
And Jackie
And Jack
And myriads more in the back
There's Ethel and Teddy and Pat alone
Plus Eunice
And Peter
And Jean
And Joan
And what's his name?
Stephen
And hold the phone
The one in the army
One in the army?
Captain? Major?
Sergeant!
That's it!
So many cards in the pack
You want to know how to keep track?
Well, one is good looking and young and rich
While one is good looking and young and rich
The rest are good looking and young and rich
There isn't a lot that they lack
Not Bobby and Jackie and Jack
And Ethel and Ted
And Eunice and Pat
And Joan and Steve
And Peter and Jean and Sarge
There's probably dozens of others at large
God knows!
And Joe and Rose
We're bringing back style to the White House
I'm painting it beige for a start
We're making it into a cultural lighthouse
For glamour
And beauty
And art
Evenings of the Budapest playing Vivaldi
And Munch doing bits of "Ravel"
I'll get Leontyne Price to sing her
Medley from "Meistersinger"
And Margot Fonteyn to dance "Giselle"
Together?
Won't it be perfectly swell?
We'll have Bernstein play next
On the Bechstein piano
And Auden read poems and stuff
And Galina Vishnevskya
Gesundheit
The Russian soprano
Just pronouncing her name is refreshing enough!
We're bringing back style to the White House
With casual culture the rule
Let's have Tebaldi
She makes a guy feel good
And Oleg Cassini
Well, I think he's real good
And how about Heifetz?
And Callas!
And Gielgud!
And later, when everything's cool
We'll push them all into the pool
Hey, Bobby, toss it over here!
Oh, oh, oh- oh
Okay Bobby, I'll make you attorney general
Just get off my back
With Bobby
And Jackie
And Jack
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby
And Teddy, too
Or Peter or Stephen
Or even you
Ooh
And then there's the colonel
Colonel?
Major?
Major?
You know!
Sergeant
Yes
Dozens to take up the slack
If anything goes out of whack
And some day elections will be unknown
'Cause each of our kids will ascend the throne
And their kids will have more kids of their own
It's sort of a family knack
Till most of the nation's
Made up of relations
Of Bobby and Jackie and Jack
And Ethel and Ted
And Eunice and Pat
And Joan and Steve
And Peter and Jean
And Sarge and Joe
And Rose and rows and rows and rows
And rows and rows and rows
The decade is starting anew
And maybe the country is, too
