Hungry Freaks, Daddy - Nellie McKay

Mr. America, walk on by

Schools that do not teach

Mr. America, walk on by

The minds that won’t be reached

Mr. America, try to hide

The emptiness that’s you inside

When once you find

The way you lied

And all the corny tricks you tried

Will not forestall the rising tide of

HUNGRY

FREAKS

DADDY

They won’t go for no more

Great midwestern hardware store

Philosophy that turns away

From those who aren’t afraid to say

What’s on their minds

The left-behinds

Of the Great Society

HUNGRY

FREAKS

DADDY

Mr. America, walk on by

Your supermarket dream

Mr. America, walk on by

The liquor store supreme

Mr. America, try to hide

The product of your savage pride

The useful minds that it denied

The day you shrugged and stepped aside

You saw their clothes and then you cried:

THOSE HUNGRY

FREAKS

DADDY

They won’t go for no more

Great midwestern hardware store

Philosophy that turns away

From those who aren’t afraid to say

What’s on their minds

The left-behinds

Of the Great Society