He’s a digitized haze
That’s been looped for several days
He’s a California morning after breakfast

He’s the brine upon the breeze
The peacock screaming in the trees
The forboding sense of something not occurring

He’s all things to everyone
Son and circus tent in one
And his hair is always perfectly on message

He is you and you are me
A new initiative, can’t you see :
A brand new paradigm in power to the people

[musical chore w/ tap-dance]

These traditions come and go
But it’s this I’ll have you know :
At the end of the day, his every failing brings redemption