Lyrics

Good morning, Marilyn.
You sure look nice today.
If two things are certain in this world we’re living in,
The second thing is that this coffee isn’t right.
I taste the sweet but not the light.
Let’s brew a fresh pot, start again.

Good morning, Marilyn.
I see there’s bills to pay.
Sometimes I wonder how we got so far behind.
If you’ll pardon my short greeting,
All this money that we’re bleeding,
Think it’s time to call a meeting of the minds.

Reserve the banquet hall.
Polish the cutlery.
While you’re at it, find that new VP I hired.
If you can, get Lippincott.
He could sell a salt statue to Lot.
In the computers here, we ought to find a way to stomp this fire.

Marilyn, call me please, Marilyn.
Marilyn, call me please.
There are things I need to know about,
The things that make the world go round,
The things that keep me down and keep me up at night.
Keep looking up,
Look up the answers to our questions.
For the challenges we face are but a lunchtime indigestion.
And the key lime pie to our success is just behind the glass,
Still holding on even though it’s crumbling,
Underneath the weight of critical mass.

Fire up the corporate jet.
We’ll hand-deliver it.
The finest memorandum that this world has ever read.
We’ll make it pop, but keep it suave.
Mix it up, a little aubergine and mauve.
And don’t forget to use the gold-leaf letterhead.

To whom it may concern,
Now you’ve probably noticed out your window,
There’s a Phoenix rising upward through the flames.
By God, still clutching that baton.
A great forgotten but not gone.
A comeback rumbling like that humbling book of James.

You don’t need pedigree.
Or Harvard Business School.
It just takes good ideas and perseverance to succeed.
A thousand down and seven grand.
I mean, who doesn’t have eight grand? We’ll teach you everything you need,
To make your fame and fortune all but guaranteed.

Marilyn, call me please, Marilyn.
Marilyn, call me please.

Well the internets are sizzling in the pan,
Like bacon from that BLT of opportunity,
That’s knocking on our broken warehouse doors.
Marilyn, call me please.
Take a closer look and tell me what you see,
Between the letters on this empty bill of lading.
Commas punctuating totals, furthermore,
Marilyn, keep watch over everything.
Oh, my sweet Ann Elizabeth, I…
I’m not quite through. I’ve got a little bit of time left here,
And a whole lot of work left to do, but I…
I’m coming home soon.

It’s a great big circus tent.
You might think that there are many kinds of people in this world,
But there’s just three.
You’ve got the haves and the have-nots,
And then you’ve got the guys who all have yachts.
Every day you choose the one you’re gonna come to find yourself to be.