Come to the dinner gong
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The table is laden high
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Fat bellies and hungry little ones
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Tuck your napkins in
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And take your share
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Some get the gravy
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And some get the gristle
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Some get the marrow bone
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And some get nothing
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Though there's plenty to spare
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I took my share down by the sea
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Paper plates and Javex bottles on the tide
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Seagulls come down
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And they squawk at me
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Down where the water-skiers glide
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Some turn to Jesus
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And some turn to heroin
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Some turn to rambling round
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Looking for a clean sky
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And a drinking stream
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Some watch the paint peel off
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Some watch their kids grow up
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Some watch their stocks and bonds
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Waiting for that big deal
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American Dream
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I took my dream down by the sea
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Yankee yachts and lobster pots and sunshine
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And logs and sails
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And Shell Oil pails
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Dogs and tugs and summertime
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Back in the banquet line
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Angry young people crying
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Who let the greedy in
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And who left the needy out
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Who made this salty soup
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Tell him we're very hungry now
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For a sweeter fare
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In the cookie I read
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"Some get the gravy
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And some get the gristle
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Some get the marrow bone
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And some get nothing
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Though there's plenty to spare"
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Banquet
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Joni Mitchell |