Man Talk

Hey, look at Caesar
Living an easy dream.
He makes the promise
We'll all be on Easy Street.
There's people out here saying,
“Who you kidding brother?
We're living in boxes,
Sleeping in our cars for cover.”
He says he'll give you a break
For all your hard times;
Shiny new nickels
For your sour old dimes.
Look upon his work, you dogs and cry,
'Cos it's tough talk, man talk,
He draws a line and says, “You! And you!”
He says, “You! I think you better come too!”
Oh, give me that talk! Talk!
Give me that Man Talk! Talk! Talk!
Give me that Man Talk!
Caesar is going to have a good time.
“All aboard! All aboard the Party Line!”
He knows the streets are bad
(He's got an automatic).
He ain't afraid, he's got his goons
And he says “You! You!”
He says “You! I think you better come, too.”
The Age of Reason.
The New Deal.
The Age of Space.
The Age of Steel.
What's around the corner?
What's in the pot.
Oh, look at me, Caesar,
Man what do I got?
Let him by and let him pass!
Give him air and get him
...Oh, look upon his works
You dogs and despair.