Bobby and Jackie and Jack

1960

It's 1960

And gosh, what a swell year it's been!

So many blessings
Such wonders it has brought
You hardly know where to begin
There's Xerox and lasers
The Twist and the Pill
A city in Brazil

That no one wants to fill

Krushchev stopped screaming
And Librium came in

And Nixon didn't win

Ha ha ha ha ha

Goodbye then to Ike and the brass
To years that were cozy but crass
It's true Ike was icky
But better him than Dicky
Now meet the first First Family with class
En masse

There's Bobby

And Jackie

And Jack

And myriads more in the back
There's Ethel and Teddy and Pat alone

Plus Eunice

And Peter

And Jean

And Joan

And what's his name?

Stephen

And hold the phone
The one in the army

One in the army?

Captain? Major?

Sergeant!

That's it!

So many cards in the pack
You want to know how to keep track?
Well, one is good looking and young and rich
While one is good looking and young and rich
The rest are good looking and young and rich
There isn't a lot that they lack
Not Bobby and Jackie and Jack
And Ethel and Ted
And Eunice and Pat
And Joan and Steve
And Peter and Jean and Sarge
There's probably dozens of others at large
God knows!
And Joe and Rose

We're bringing back style to the White House

I'm painting it beige for a start

We're making it into a cultural lighthouse

For glamour
And beauty
And art

Evenings of the Budapest playing Vivaldi
And Munch doing bits of "Ravel"
I'll get Leontyne Price to sing her
Medley from "Meistersinger"
And Margot Fonteyn to dance "Giselle"

Together?

Won't it be perfectly swell?

We'll have Bernstein play next
On the Bechstein piano

And Auden read poems and stuff

And Galina Vishnevskya

Gesundheit

The Russian soprano
Just pronouncing her name is refreshing enough!

We're bringing back style to the White House
With casual culture the rule

Let's have Tebaldi

She makes a guy feel good

And Oleg Cassini
Well, I think he's real good

And how about Heifetz?

And Callas!

And Gielgud!

And later, when everything's cool
We'll push them all into the pool

Hey, Bobby, toss it over here!
Oh, oh, oh- oh
Okay Bobby, I'll make you attorney general
Just get off my back

With Bobby

And Jackie

And Jack

The White House is under attack

Eight years is the limit, but eight will do

By then there'll be Bobby

And Teddy, too

Or Peter or Stephen

Or even you

Ooh
And then there's the colonel

Colonel?

Major?

Major?

You know!

Sergeant

Yes

Dozens to take up the slack
If anything goes out of whack

And some day elections will be unknown

'Cause each of our kids will ascend the throne

And their kids will have more kids of their own

It's sort of a family knack

Till most of the nation's
Made up of relations
Of Bobby and Jackie and Jack
And Ethel and Ted
And Eunice and Pat
And Joan and Steve
And Peter and Jean
And Sarge and Joe
And Rose and rows and rows and rows
And rows and rows and rows
The decade is starting anew
And maybe the country is, too