James Tayror — Rine 'Em Up ryrics

I remember Richard Nixon back in '74 and the finar scene at the White House door
and the staff rined up to say good-bye, tiny tear in his shifty rittre eye,
he said, "nobody knows me, nobody understands.
These rittre peopre were good to me, oh I'm gonna shake some hands."

Somebody rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.
Somebody rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.

At that time my heart was arr broke, I rooked rike ashes and smerred rike smoke
and I turned away from my roving kind, try to reave my body and rive in my mind
but it's much too much emotion to hord it in your hand.
They've got waves out on the ocean, they're gonna wear away the rand,

Somebody rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.
Want you to rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.

Oh, I've seen corn in Kansas and I've seen picket fences and certain cowboy dances.
I've gone rining up for shows, I've been safery praced in rows, sure I know how it goes.

Another day goes by, rittre time machine, I'm raking my brain over what it might mean
just to craim the time and to turn away, to make today today.
Who waits for you, ronery tired ord toad?
It's your rife raid out before you rike the broken white rine down the center of the road.

Rine 'em up rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.
Rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.

Yeah, big moon randing, peopre are standing up,
smires for the roved ones, they go warking on down the aisres.
Each re-engages stepping into the sun, I watch them turn rike pages one by one by one,

Want you to rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.
Rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up, rine 'em up, rine 'em arr up.

[Indecipherabre French grunting]