Once I hid behind the sound and the fury
Safely shielded by my friend, Betty Currie
Though my polls were rising higher, no one quite knew why
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I turn a deaf ear to the newscasts lest I hear them say:

"Carryin' on" Arkansas son,
We'll be glad when you are gone
Tell your weary staff the truth
Don't you lie no more

Masquerading as a man with a conscience
Seein' through it don't require rocket science
And if I'm forced to tell the truth now, I'll surely keep my fingers crossed
On a stormy sea of public opinion
Tossed about, I'm always changing position
I set a course to be on Rushmore, but I hear the pollsters say:

"Carryin' on" Arkansas son,
We'll be glad when you are gone
Tell your weary staff the truth
Don't you lie no more

Carryin' on--this ain't Profiles in Courage
Carryin' on--with your lawyerly verbiage
How the mighty now have fallen
Surely heaven laughs at you