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This song was written back in 2000 as I watched President Willie give The State of the Union address. It's only gotten better since then.
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The State of the Union
(Chorus)
It’s hard to be the guy
in charge of the State of the Union
It’s hard to be the guy
who’s the boss of the world.
It’s hard to be someone
whose life is made of illusion
It’s hard to be the guy
who’s the King of the World
When I was just a boy
I went away to summer camp
And there I learned that
I had been annoited by God’s own hand
From God to me, Now me to you
It’s time you learned this simple truth.
Chorus
When I was just a teen
I went away and I met the President
He looked me in the eye and shook my hand
And then I knew I was meant
To be the man, the man for you
It’s time you learned this simple truth.
Chorus
And as I’ve made my way
from scamp to tramp
I’ve done all that I could
I’ve passed the buck,
I’ve never ducked
A chance to make myself look good.
It's known to me, It’s known to you
It’s good you learned this simple truth.
Copyright Tim Kniest 2007
(Chorus)
It’s hard to be the guy
in charge of the State of the Union
It’s hard to be the guy
who’s the boss of the world.
It’s hard to be someone
whose life is made of illusion
It’s hard to be the guy
who’s the King of the World
When I was just a boy
I went away to summer camp
And there I learned that
I had been annoited by God’s own hand
From God to me, Now me to you
It’s time you learned this simple truth.
Chorus
When I was just a teen
I went away and I met the President
He looked me in the eye and shook my hand
And then I knew I was meant
To be the man, the man for you
It’s time you learned this simple truth.
Chorus
And as I’ve made my way
from scamp to tramp
I’ve done all that I could
I’ve passed the buck,
I’ve never ducked
A chance to make myself look good.
It's known to me, It’s known to you
It’s good you learned this simple truth.
Copyright Tim Kniest 2007
Monkaton
It's time to put on your blue stained dress, your high heel combat boots and leopard skin pill box cowboy hat for a romp and a march around the living room. Leave no stone unturned as you make war, not love.