I was born Kenneth King
In the middle of the century
Hoping to avoid finishing
In cemetery or penitentiary
Not intending to fade away
Here to face another day
Misspent youth, the finest kind
Told the truth quite hard to find
Wrote some words,
spoke my mind Did some work and then resigned
Irritated, often quoted Once elected,
never voted
Saw the eras come and go Watched the moon float by
Chasing dreams both fast and slow Flashes in the sky
Sometimes taking,
sometimes giving Eking out a living
People make a lot of fuss About what happens to us
I just cherish what I've got One day here,
the next day not
Changed my name to Jonathan Swift my inspiration
Had a hit,
a silly song Without much dedication Did TV and
scribbled lines Libeled stars and paid some fine
I was born Kenneth King In the middle of the century
Hoping to avoid finishing In cemetery or penitentiary
Must be frank,
I had a ball Not regretted it at all But
you is come before all So singing meek,
I'm thinking of Spaw
I produced no children,
got no wife Had a wonderful spectacularly on the line