Echoes of the Broadway Everglades
With our mythical Madonnas still walking in their shades
Lenny Bruce declares a truce, and plays his other hand
Marshall McLuhan casual viewing, head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing
Ku Klux Klan serving hot soul food, and the band plays "In the Mood"
A cheerleader waves a cyanide wand, there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade
He knows, in a scent, you can bottle all you made
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes
Smiling at the majorettes and smoking Winston cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
With needles, needles and pins
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