arts are open wide to one and all.
why not dive right in and try it,
satisfy that urging inner call.
Acting, dancing, writing, singing, sculpting, butter,
maybe stringing, beads, whatever, anything is fine.
begging for my full attention,
don't write songs anymore
and of you I must implore
Your singing isn't awful,
and I know it's deeply felt
But I'm wishing you collected stamps
Oh, Mr. Ashcroft, if you really must
Obey your muse, then do it
Without inflicting it on us
I know the job is stressful
And you must find some release
Don't make me think back fondly
on John Mitchell and Edwin Meese
Please, Mr. A .G., do not proceed
Late at night, with great dispatch
You're writing songs with R .N. Hatch
You hand them to my captive staff
The patriots sing and the others laugh
I got big bad dreams at night
starring Condoleezza Rice
Ari Fleischer's dancing ballet tights,
You gotta stop this stuff
before I hear your boss is in the band
Please, Mr. A .G., I know you can
So you've joined the club,
But you forgot to pay your dues
If the bad guys give you the blues
You'll love a record deal, it's true
