Fletcher Honorama

Fletcher Honorama
Won't you rally 'round the man who's on a limb
Sing the songs that please him very softly
While we jolt him with a hymn
Please, go easy now with him
Because this is his final whim
So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
Fletcher Honorama
Shall we justify the eighty Junes you've seen
Since that might be stretching things
We'll merely sing the songs that made you scream
Please, go easy now with him
Because this is his final whim
So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
Intakes and mistakes and lunch pails and headaches
Were willed to your one living twin
I think that maybe you should have kept half of them
After all you worked for them
After all you worked for them
Telecast in fifty states
And brought to you by anti-wrinkle dew
That's Fletcher Honorama
See the world now from a different point of view
You, go easy now with him
Because this is his final whim
So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn