We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Politician's got on his joggin' shoes He must be runnin' for office, got no time to lose Suckin' the blood out of the genius of generosity You been rollin' your eyes, you been teasin' me
The lyrics begin like this:
Summer days, summer nights are gone Summer days and summer nights are gone I know a place where there's still somethin' going on
I've got a house on the hill, I got hogs out in the mud I've got a house on the hill, I got hogs all out in the mud I've got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing Well I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposin' a toast to the king
I'm driving in the flats in a Cadillac car The girls all say "You're a worn out star" My pockets are loaded, and I'm spending every dime How can you say you love someone else, You know it's me all the time