Brothers Randy Newman

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Hey, Bobby
Why are you standing in the shadows?
Come over by the fire
I wanna have a drink with you

This is our house now
So let’s act like we belong here
Considering some of those who've lived here
Maybe we do

I got some Michter's Irish whiskey
From Mr. George Preston Marshall
The man who owned the Redskins
Since the days of old
And he runs them like a plantation
Like a plantation, Jack?
Like a plantation, Bob
For never has a black man
Worn the burgundy and gold
Does he know it's the capital of the country, Jack?
Does he know that it's 1961?
Does he know that the Redskins
Need a halfback, Bobby boy
Who can run?

There's a man to see you in the office, Jack
Bob, I’m going home, I've had a rotten day
You are home, Jack
Hmm
Well, I still don't wanna see him
I think you should see him anyway
It's about Cuba, Jack
The Russians are pouring in
And it's ninety miles away