Just Desserts

and uh, uh, every (security) (no, let him stay) no (let him stay) well at least it's a fruit pie
 (let's pray for him right now, Anita, let's pray, Anita, why don't you pray, that's all right) father, we want to thank you for the opportunity of coming to Des Moines, and father I want to ask that you forgive him (and that we love him) and that we love him, and that we're praying for him to be delivered from his indignant lifestyle, father
 See them scramble to the top
 Watch them fall from grace
 Never trust a man
 With egg on his face
 Groucho Marxists look so sweet
 Slapstick anarchists, nice enough to eat
 Peter Kropotkin in the way we talk
 Charlie Cairoli in the way we walk
 See them scramble to the top
 Watch them fall from grace
 Never trust a man
 With egg on his face
 Intellectual tarts with a good left hook
 Copycat killers, cover and duck
 Polite assassins, you shout, I scream
 And the party starts, on a count of one, two, three
 See them scramble to the top
 Watch them fall from grace
 Never trust a man
 With egg on his face
 We talk without words, and everybody understands
 Just desserts, delivered by hand
 Nobody move or the CEO
 Gets it in the face with cream and dough
 See them scramble to the top
 Watch them fall from grace
 Never trust a man
 With egg on his face
 See them scramble to the top
 Watch them fall from grace
 Never trust a man
 With egg on his face
 See them scramble to the top
 Watch them fall from grace
 Never trust a man
 With egg on his face
 "What, What's that, who's there, fido? ahhh it's you mrs. arbufnut(?)"