And uh, uh, every (security) (no, let him stay) no (let him stay) well at least it's a fruit pie (let's pray for him right now, Anita, let's pray, Anita, why don't you pray, that's all right) father, we want to thank you for the opportunity of coming to 
Des Moines, and father 
I want to ask that you forgive him (and that we love him) and that we love him, and that we're praying for him to be delivered from his deviant lifestyle, father 
See them scramble to the top 
Watch them fall from grace 
Never trust a man 
With egg on his face 
Groucho Marxists look so sweet 
Slapstick anarchists, nice enough to eat 
Peter Kropotkin in the way we talk 
Charlie Cairoli in the way we walk 
See them scramble to the top 
Watch them fall from grace 
Never trust a man 
With egg on his face 
Intellectual tarts with a good left hook 
Copycat killers, cover and duck 
Polite assassins, you shout, 
I scream And the party starts, on a count of one, two, three 
See them scramble to the top 
Watch them fall from grace 
Never trust a man 
With egg on his face 
We talk without words, and everybody understands 
Just desserts, delivered by hand 
Nobody move or the 
CEO Gets it in the face with cream and dough 
See them scramble to the top 
Watch them fall from grace 
Never trust a man 
With egg on his face 
See them scramble to the top 
Watch them fall from grace 
Never trust a man 
With egg on his face 
See them scramble to the top 
Watch them fall from grace 
Never trust a man 
With egg on his face "What? What's that? Who's there? Fido? Ahhh, it's you Mrs. Arbuthnot"