First you pluck the glorious
feathers,
then restrict the bountiful wings.
Wa ter and pepper to taste just so.
That completes my recipe for
how to eat crow.
I was young, and we had dough.
My clothes just so,
but Daddy blew it.
He got caught.
His hand, you know,
fired so fast, Mommy fainted.
Poor at last, plus we're tainted.
Oh, Daddy, that fat,
so then he flew out the window dirty,
the ground below, I kissed the cat,
my Daddy's dead, I'm feeling fat,
my Mommy's thinner ,
she said Daddy was a winner,
but we all fall down,
down, down.
College days, my best of friends,
they married men with
brains and money.
Brain s and bonds and
stocks and brawn.
Then the crash, there I said it,
no more cash, no more credit.
On Wall Street, these men stood,
then they flew out the win dow
right on the neighborhood.
My friends were poor.
I dressed in brown.
They wanted more.
I dressed in yellow.
Each had wed a splendid fellow,
but they all fall down.
I was young and he was rich,
he made his pitch, and we got married,
he read books, and I wore furs.
First there's smoke, doom is brewing,
then we're broke,
what's he doing?
He's reading, Jane Austen.
Then he flew, then he, then he flew,
damn it, he used the doorway left
me for someone new.
We lost our car, the state could sue,
my heart was bleed ing, still the bastard,
he just kept on reading.
My daddy, friends, husbands,
they at least use the window
cred it where credit's due.
I wish mine died, then I'd wear black.
I'd eat my pride and say I shoved him.
Holy Christ, I think I loved him,
but we all fall down, fall down,
oh, fall down.