Can't Beat the Bar

Seven dwarves made supper One dwarf starved What's the answer to the riddle You can't beat the bar The front page of the paper Said it was time for us to choose But I was feeling short So I stuffed the paper in my shoes You can fold their laundry You can make a thousand cranes You can truly say you're sorry You can never take the blame You can stand at the pulpit With the getaway car You can say you never noticed But you can't beat the bar I ate my vegetables I grew tall And I learned my dewy decimals Until I was invincible And then I had popsicles for breakfast And I summited the ridge And I had so many spoils I bought a second fridge You can wield the Stratovarius You can purchase a star You can play the sacred chord But you can't beat the bar I've seen that wild look On your face at night And I saw how much it took For you to say you were doing alright I've seen you keep on walking Though your socks were turning red Rattling the locks On some prison bed And I wish that I could tell you How I see you try so hard But your shoes are tied together And you can't beat the bar I sat in silence For ten whole days I swore off violence And mayonnaise And I only spoke of kindness And I even listened too And I always had enough Left for you And I practiced with intention And I took my time And I never failed to mention Your beauty on the inside And then I stood up in the lights With love in my heart But I let it get to me When I couldn't beat the bar How do you wake up in the morning And know exactly what to do I was told when I was six I was the jolliest dude But I can't remember now And through this window in this room I hear the country crying out There must be something I can do The bald eagle is circling Says there's not enough fish And I'd like to solve it now But I got an oven in my dish Perhaps the tide is coming in A little faster than before Perhaps there's a better flag Worth running for I'd just like to face myself At the end of the road And say you were insignificant But beautiful And feel the wind Raise the little bumpies on my arm And let out a great laugh and say You can't beat the bar