(Dave)
As a young boy Michael helped his mother cook,
Down by her apron strings the whole day long.
Knife in hand, her eyes trained on the recipe book
He'd salivate as she sang out this song:
(funny old woman's voice)
Cut the onions, start the dicing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the parsnip for a rich dish
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Mike)
When in college our lad made some special friends,
Kept him from subversives and t
I Didn't Get Invitied To The Prom lyrics

I never get to do what I want to do
My brain is fried and my heart it's screwed
I'm hurting and it's all because of you
Let me tell ya
Nothing's not right, not anymore
My heart us barely ticking, my complexion's poor
I'm hurting and it's
heir kind.
Swirled within a world of sports and dividends.
And the song they sang was etched upon his mind:
(All)
Cut the hair off the hippy sleeping.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the fringes off the freakish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Murray)
Thirty-five, a burning drive possessed him
To be the greatest golfer in North Bay.
Sometimes a fear of failure near obsessed him.
But then he'd hear the other golfer's say:
(funny deep voice)
Cut the motion on y
Wicked Soldier lyrics

Oh tell the tale of the wicked soldier
Oh tell the tale of the wicked man
Oh tell the tale of the wicked soldier
Oh tell the tale of the wicked man
They say they heard him cry the fool's prayer
They say they heard him cry the fool
our back swing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the golf ball with a big swish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Jian)
Now he's breaking bread with heads of industry.
The captain in the autumn of his years.
He proceeds with Messianical rabidity.
When he echoes mother's words he hears the cheers:
(All)
Cut the welfare, and public housing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the health-care, you'll get your wish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish
Cut 
Stanna Anna lyrics

Vers 1:
H?r sitter jag vid mitt matsalsbord,
S? liten och svag p? denna jord
Fy helvete, jag skyller all min ynkedom p? Anna
Jag lindar upp henne kring mitt finger,
Hon sliter sig loss, iv?g hon springer
Fr?n mig, hon vill bara le
the child-care and the schooling.
Listen up Mike, it's the right-wing.
Chop the free-lunch for the poorish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
From the Liner:
1996 - We have a brand new ultra right-wing premier of ontario,
but only fools
would believe that our loving leader actually revels in the pain,
misery, and economic
disparity that comes as a product of his neo-conservative policies. Mike
is
simply doing the 'right thing'.