They call me El Jefe
El primo de los matadors
The master of the metaphor
A chaw chewin’ trubador
The one you’ve come to love and adore
And I’ve come to take you away
They’re coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha
We love to laugh
Loud and long and clear
We love to laugh
So ev’rybody can hear
My teardrops fell like rain that day
When I heard what Joni had to say.
When Josie comes home, so good
She’s the pride of the neighborhood
She’s the raw flame, the live wire
She prays like a Roman with her eyes on fire
Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn’t believe in transcendence
“And it’s time for a few small repairs”, she said
But Sunny came home with a vengeance
Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot;
I see of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
[John Lennon once sang this at the end of one of his songs, for you rules-lawyers out there.] 
(What they do)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
How can people be so heartless?
How can people be so cruel?
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude,
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude.
The very first spring that the fiddle did play,
‘Hang my cruel sister,’ I wad it did say.
‘For she drowned me in yonder sea,
God neer let her rest till she shall die,’
And there does sit my false sister Anne
A hey ho and me bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
The swans swim so bonny o.
Did Annie drop in to say “Hi”
Or was she hear for a while?
Was she jumping with that other guy?
The one with the glistening smile?
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile
So pack up your troubles in an old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
No use crying, talking to a stranger
Namin’ the sorrows you’ve seen
Oh, 'cause there are too many bad times,
Too many sad times, and nobody knows what you mean
If somehow you could pack up your sorrows
And give them all to me.
Then you would lose them, I know how to use them
Give them all to me
Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did i get so jaded?
Life’s mysteries seem so faded.
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here i am just drownin’ in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
Good morning, America, how are you?
I say don’t you know me, I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
Inside outside, where have I been?
Out of my brain on the 5:15
Out of my brain on the train
My baby takes the morning train
He works from 9 to 5 and then
He takes it home again