Jackson Heights

I got up to Jackson Heights
Not a minute to soon,
It was fifty million hours to dawn,
And five minutes to doom,
And the cameras were rolling,
And the heads were too,
So I layed me down and blew on the horn.
Everybody said
He was the best thing that they knew,
And they testified to how they tried,
Their best to see him through,
And when at last he staggered off,
To lay down in the dew,
It was for him the same as being born.
I wrote one song for Jesus Christ,
And thirty-three for you,
And I tell you how I know it,
That I’ve blown it and I do,
But with fifty million hours to dawn,
There must be something left to get into,
So adieu, till the morn.