Dear Nancy Reagan

Capitol records are round

and they play with a beautiful sound.

I sent ‘em my tape on the fourth of July

but they did not respond.

I howl at the moon at midnight

and make people laugh at the sight.

I’ve often been told, I should never come back

‘cause I give folks a terrible fright.

Still, I’ve got a box full of hope

those mean folks are just smokin’ dope,

I’ll light up the night like the fourth of July

all orange sparklers and smoke.

Dear Nancy Reagan, I try to say no

but my ‘evil side’ teases to go with the flow.

Life is like choc’lates, and I shouldn’t eat none?

Oh, heck with it, who’s gonna know?