I was at selective service
And the people made me nervous
So I asked the sergeant why they made me come
He said do just what you're ordered
Or we'll have you drawn and quartered
You're a lousy, commie, peace-creep, hippie bum

He said are you now perverted
Or a quaker unconverted
Do you think you'll make the army your career
I said I think I'll pass this onе up
'Cause I've nevеr held a gun up
And I've never quite perfected how to sneer

Just be more rational
More lovish passional
It's the new fashional
Thing

I was contemplating my land
When a pedant from the Island
Came to lecture-ostracise my fatal flaw
He said don't you know berating and good masterminderbating
Have become the fashion and indeed the law

He said words to be propulsive
Must be clammy and repulsive
Or at least be mentioned more than once by Freud
I said thanks for that appraisal
But I think a few more days'll
Find me hungry still but gainfully employed
Just be more rational
More lovish passional
It's the new fashional
Thing
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I was playing with the hunter
When the man who holds the gunner
Claims and gains you must connolate what happened on that night

Just be more rational
More lovish passional
It's the new fashional
Thing
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