Pink Wine Sparkles In The Glass

The reverend who doesn’t exist until you need him
Smiles understandingly
McCartney and Lennon just paid all the bills
And made Great Britain free
And the pink wine sparkles in the glass
Know how small can the world be
As seen through Cleveland
Different patterns that’s tall, I like them all
A bunch of young fellows from way down under
Led a journey that never could be
And NY no longer means New York City
Because he once said hello to me
The color of skin still beats education
And Christmas is a time to sell
And all that we know can soon be forgotten
Because what we don’t know, we can’t tell