Joytown - Kevin Gilbert

Fathers they have big hands and they pat gently on your head

Mothers always make sure everyone is happy and well fed

And everything is instant, no one has to wait too long

And Lennon never has to sing a Paul McCartney song

We’re living here in Joytown, the City of the Sun

And everyone loves everyone loves every single one

No one sells his roommate’s stuff so he can get a fix

And no one fears the darkness, no one fears the number six

Everyone talks openly of great things they have read

And no one ever says the things that are better left unsaid

And everyone has someone they can share their sadness with

No one leaves the slightest doubt, no one takes the fifth

Jesus and Muhammed and Buddha live in town

Zoraster and Ba’h’aula and Moses hangs around

And when they get together they are quite a noisy crew

They laugh about their legacies over cigarettes and brew

Senator McCarthy enjoys a book by Marx

And people tear down parking lots

So they can build more parks

And Jimi plays the perfect note that never seems to end

and Martin Luther King has got a blond white girlfriend

We’re singing here in Joytown

Won’t you come and sing along?

We’ll never tell you that you ain’t singing the right notes,

Never criticize your song.