That's when the president started to giggle
To see the last Great American, yeah
Merry reaches up, we bow our heads
For every daughter every son
The fabric comes undone
That in this day and age is sick of living
So May I now present you the speaker
For every daughter every son
Here lies our Merry the man with the heart so spent
Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold
Of a beautiful purple mountain
And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read
From every walk of life we've come
Though the service weren't half done
And judges argue letters
For days he says he can remember
Then the children gave the blessing
Of the last Great American
Mr. Merry cries in his coffin, oh
For the last Great American, American, American
He had a how do you say, ethical like sense
Each of them sued the other one
