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 Khrushchev stopped screaming And Librium came in And Nixon didn't win 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 Sargent! 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 Vishnevskaya 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! All right 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 Oh! And then there's the Colonel— Colonel? Major—? Major? You know—! Sargent Yes! Dozens to take up the slack If anything goes out of whack And someday elections will be unknown— 'Cause each of our kids will ascend the throne— And their kids have more kids with 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