Our Boy Bill Loudon Wainwright III

At first, Bill was way too cool to be true
Like JFK but like Elvis, too
Wearin' those shades playin' saxophone
With secrets to hide, sins to atone for

Jogging as if caught in some kind of a chase
Reddening an already red face
But things were fine and dandy here
With cell phone stuck in each and every ear

Markets boomed and we gave thanks
Drivin' in sports utility tanks, yeah

Man, we got our own Desert Fox right here at home

The ladies man thinks that he's Don Juan
But in the end he's just s john
We know our Bill liked to run around
With that runny red nose, such a silly sad clown

Teasin' the pain in Bill's back ain't too wise
But they just love watchin' our Bill apologize

He holds us in those large white hands
The poles all show we're still Bill's fans
He's our boy Bill, he makes us glad
Because we like a boy that's bad, man
He's a naughty boy