Big Noise

Such a fine boy
 what a forward-thinking young man
 Such a fine boy
 what a forward-thinking young man
 we should send him to school
 maybe in New England
 he'll be the apple of our eye
 we'll buy him a new tie
 dress him up and comb his hair
 New England, lying on the sofa
 like a loaf of bread
 eyes glazing over television
 imitation life
 he's not wondering
 not wondering a thing
 but this is how the thing goes
 we should praise his heart instead
 he should open up the windows
 dump the newsman on his head
 we'll be singin' halleluiah
 we'll come beckoning the sky
 we'll have learned to make some choices
 we'll have fortified the why
 and that little small voice, tucked inside the ear
 will be talking up a big noise
 talking up some good cheer
 talking up a big noise
 talking up some good cheer
 when he was only days
 In this world
 we started him on Japanese
 don't you know
 it's the wave of the future
 we played him
 tapes of Mozart in his sleep
 New England, leaves spiral
 downward kamikaze jets,
 always heading ground-ward
 now it's silence
 leaves piles on- smothering-
 smothering the whole world
 but this is how the thing goes
 we should praise his heart instead
 he should open up the windows
 dump a kamikaze on his head
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 one kamikaze jets
 two kamikaze jets
 three kamikaze jets, four . . .
 Chorus