Man for all seasons
by Steven Clotzman

Monday morning and I’m running late
He says the time has come to meet our fate
He’s a man for all seasons; he’s made a few bucks
Luckiest man in a world that’s out of luck

Tuesday afternoon he sees no choice
I turn off the TV but still hear his voice
He’s a man for all seasons; he’s made a few bucks
Luckiest man in a world that’s out of luck

Wednesday evening and the war erupts
He says this means that things are looking up
He’s a man for all seasons; he’s made a few bucks
Luckiest man in a world that’s out of luck

Thursday afternoon he’s dropping bombs
On all the enemies of the soccer moms
He’s a man for all seasons; he’s made a few bucks
Luckiest man in a world that’s out of luck

By Friday night from sea to shining sea
Suddenly the drinks are all on me
He’s a man for all seasons; he’s made a few bucks
Luckiest man in a world that’s out of luck

The news of Saturday, it leaves him bored
Not like the science of the mighty Lord
He’s a man for all seasons; he’s made a few bucks
Luckiest man in a world that’s out of luck

In Sunday prayers he calls for swift advice
And thanks for another week in paradise
He’s a man for all seasons; he’s made a few bucks
Luckiest man in a world that’s out of luck



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