Bald-headed Baby

The child that was born on the banks of the Seneca

Did not grow to the presidency of the USA

And someplace between then and now I grew fond of him

And I listened with interest to what he had to say:

"I remember when all this was pure virgin prairie

But the cowboys gave up for families and sedans

Take a look at it now, you can see what's become of it

And they're blaming it all on supply and demand"

He leaned back and said, "you must think I'm a relic

I have no idea why I've stuck around so long

To see young whippersnappers like you get their comeuppances

Come to think of it, you're not so awful young yourself, you know

I remember you when you were a bald-headed baby

You were so much more charming before you became a man

And now you're thirty and you've got nothing to show for it

And you're blaming it all on supply and demand"

Well that kind of ended whatever we had to say

So I picked up my coat from the chair where it lay

And I asked him if I could bring him anything

He looked back at me with a baleful eye and said:

"What I need is fifty more years

Then I could show you a thing or two I bet

They don't make 'em like me anymore in this land

And they're blaming it all on supply and demand

When I'm gone you might understand

You can't blame it all on some guys in Japan"

And you can't blame it all on supply and demand