Mr. Merry cries in his coffin for days he says he can remember
  And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
  Of a beautiful and purple mountain
  From every walk of life we've come to see the Last Great American
  May I now present you the speaker
  Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold
  He had a how do you say ethical like sense
  That's when the President started to giggle
  Then the children gave the blessing
  Though the service weren't half done
  Each of them sued the other one
  For the last great American
    Mr. Reaches up and we bow our heads
  He pulls the lid on down as his stone is read
  Here lies our Merry the man with the heart so spent
  That in this day and age is sick of living
    Then the funeral pyre was shattered
  And the world became undone
  The mourners raised their heads up
  As the crowd began to run
  Then everybody stopped...
    ...to the beating of a drum.
    For through the smoke and morning sun
  Stands the Last Great American