I bought a machine
It's big and it's green
Keep your fingers crossed
This could go any which way but loose
And give a helping hand
Just do it any which way you can
Driftin' on high plains
Or talking to an orangutan either way
Your tombstone will read
I directed "The Bridges of Madison County"
What is he
A man or a machine
What could he be
The man behind the scenes
Right between the eyes
I'll hit you like a clown in paradise
I'll hang you out to dry
Like clothes hanging on a clothesline
You've got a loaded kite
That kite will fly through the sky
And you'll see me one more time
And time will stop in my hands
I built a machine
It works half the time
How old is Clint E.
I'm guessing eighty or ninety
His health can't be real good
I'm guessing he'll have a heart attack real soon
I've got a hundred-five
On the day he dies
He will stay alive
Until the fifth of July
And his tombstone will read
Senile ramblings from beyond the grave