| They say he didn’t have an enemy
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| His was a greatness to behold
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| He was the last surviving progeny
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| The last one on this side of the world
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| He measured a half mile from tip to tail
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| Silver and black with powerful fins
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| They say he could split a mountain in two
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| That’s how we got the Grand Canyon
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| Last great American whale
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| Last great American whale
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| Last great American whale
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| Last great American whale
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| Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes
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| Some say they saw him off of Florida
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| My mother said she saw him in Chinatown
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| But you can’t always trust your mother
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| Off the Carolinas the sun shines brightly in the day
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| The lighthouse glows ghostly there at night
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| The chief of a local tribe had killed a racist mayor’s son
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| And he’d been on death row since 1958
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| The mayor’s kid was a rowdy pig
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| Spit on Indians and lots worse
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| The old chief buried a hatchet in his head
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| Life compared to death for him seemed worse
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| The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing
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| And tried to conjure up a storm or rain
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| The harbor parted, the great whale sprang full up
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| And caused a huge tidal wave
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| The wave crushed the jail and freed the chief
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| The tribe let out a roar
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| The whites were drowned, the browns and reds set free
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| But sadly one thing more
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| Some local yokel member of the NRA
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| Kept a bazooka in his living room
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| And thinking he had the chief in his sights
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| Blew the whale’s brains out with a lead harpoon
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| Last great American whale
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| Last great American whale
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| Last great American whale
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| Last great American whale
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| Well Americans don’t care for much of anything
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| Land and water the least
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| And animal life is low on the totem pole
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| With human life not worth more than infected yeast
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| Americans don’t care too much for beauty
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| They’ll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream
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| They’ll watch dead rats wash up on the beach
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| And complain if they can’t swim
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| They say things are done for the majority
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| Don’t believe half of what you see and none of what you hear
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| It’s like what my painter friend Donald said to me
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| «Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they’re done» |