The Harrier Year

COME, thou long expected Harry,

Born to set the Boomers free;

From our fear of sin release us,

Let us find our way through thee.

2 Source of ease and consolation,

Giver of the Trinity,

Prophet of the Chosen Nation,

Substitute divinity.

3 Born to fly to golden Rio,

Born a babe, and yet a king,

Born to show us El Dorado

Now thy thoughtless kingdom bring.

4 By thine own eternal sureness,

Show us how to go to town:

In thine all-sufficient furnace,

Burn the tree of Mankind down. So there.

REJOICE, rejoice, thou Boomers!

Let go of all your fear;

The evening is advancing,

And darker night is near;

The Reaper is arising,

And soon he will draw nigh;

But things will soon get better!

At midnight comes the cry.

2 See that your mirror’s shining;

Clean razor blades with oil;

Look now for consolation,

The end of sin and toil.

The payload of Enola Gay

Gives proof that Harry’s near;

Go meet him as he cometh,

With sinuses blown clear.

3 O blind unhearing Boomers,

Now raise your voices higher,

Until ’mid roar of Harleys

Ye join the Angel choir.

The Boomer Feast is waiting,

For all who drain their minds;

Wise up, ye heirs of Harry!

Stop thinking of Mankind.

4 Our way and satisfaction,

O Harry, now appear;

Arise, thou Star so longed for,

O’er this benighted sphere!

With grasping hands outstretchèd

We plead, O Friend, to see

The final full exemption,

From human misery! So there.

OUR friend shall come when mushrooms dawn

O’er Nippon’s populace;

When nukes defeat the eastern isles

And doom the human race.

2 Not, as of old, a dreaming fool,

To preach, and lie, and die,

But radiating certainty,

One they can’t crucify.

3 Our friend shall come when mushrooms dawn

And earth’s last day begins;

O waste the land of rising sun,

And turn our frowns to grins.

4 And let the Harrier way commence,

As VIPs foretold,

When blame shall triumph over thought,

And rights shall be extolled.

5 Our friend shall come when mushroom dawns

Make earth a nascent tomb;

Hail, Harry, Friend! the Boomers bray,

Come quickly, Son of A-Bomb. So there.

SIREN night, nuclear night,

War is won, might makes right,

Dooms yon Chosen mother and child.

Harry’s born, now that Mankind has failed.

| | Sleep in atomic peace. | |

2 Siren night, nuclear night,

Nippon quakes in pure fright,

Roentgens stream from an odd mushroom glow,

Lighting the way to El Dorado.

| | Harry, the Boomer, is born. | |

3 Siren night, nuclear night,

Son of Bomb, Boom’s first tyke,

Radiant beams from Harry’s face,

Mark the dawn of the end of the race.

| | Sleep in Harrier peace. | | So there.

WHAT child is this, who, laid to rest,

On Mommy’s lap is sleeping?

Whom Angels wait on Harleys fleet,

As dotards break down weeping?

2 Why lies he in suburban tract

Where braindead drones are breeding?

Good Harrier cheer: for lowlife here

Means the status quo is bleeding.

3 So bring him gifts like gold and things,

Come one, come all, to please him,

The King of Blame your freedom brings,

Let Boomer brains receive him.

HARK! the Harrier Angels sing

Glory to the Boomer King!

Peace on earth till nukes run wild,

Sin and fun are reconciled!

O Most Chosen Nation, rise,

Spend the booty of your lies;

With angelic host proclaim

Harry is born into the Boom!

Hark! the Harrier Angels sing

Glory to the Boomer King!

2 Harry who will fly to Rio;

Harry who will teach us too;

Late in time behold him come,

Offspring of the Baby Boom.

In the flesh our good friend see;

Hail the incarnate Trinity,

Pleased as king with man to dwell;

Harry our Emmanuel.

Hark! the Harrier Angels sing

Glory to the Boomer King!

3 Born to give us all the wink,

Born that man no more may think,

Born to free the sons of earth,

Born to give them what they’re worth.

Graced with jet fuel in his wings,

Easy life to all he brings,

Hail, the Son of the A-Bomb!

Hail, the First Born of the Boom!

Hark! the Harrier Angels sing

Glory to the Boomer King! So there.

IT came upon a morning clear,

That little boy of old,

From bombers flying near the earth

To lay the Japs out cold;

“Peace on the earth, goodbye Nippon,”

From Yanks who play pretty rough.

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the A-Bomb go off.

2 Still through the eastern skies they come

With payload of more than a ton,

And still the great B-29 floats,

O’er land of rising sun;

Above its sad and lowly plains

They cruise on wings bulletproof,

And right on top of those yellow fiends

The big bad A-Bomb goes off.

3 Yet with the woes of war and strife,

The world has suffered long;

Beneath the bomb bay doors have rolled

Five thousand years of wrong;

And man, at war with man, knows not

The cargo that they brought;

O hush the noise, ye men of strife,

And hear the A-Bomb go off.

4 O ye, beneath life’s crushing load,

Whose hopes are drooping low,

You fear to give up and go astray,

But soon we’ll vanquish your foe.

Look now! for glad and golden hours

Will follow this warning cough;

O wait for Harry to lead the way

And hear the A-Bomb go off.

5 For lo! the days are hastening on,

By VIPs seen of old,

When with the ever-circling years

Shall come the time foretold,

When peace shall over all the earth

Its radiant fallout toss,

And the whole world give up their strife,

When all the H-Bombs go off. So there.

BYE to the world! the Bomb is come:

Let earth receive her end;

Let every art prepare for doom,

And war and science win.

2 Bye to the world! our Harry reigns:

Let men his words use well,

While fields and floods, far hills and plains,

Repeat the warning knell.

3 He frees the world from guilt and woe,

And makes the nation bray

The glories of El Dorado

And comforts of his Way. So there.

YO, Philadelphia!

Yo, Philadelphia!

Yo, Philadelphia!

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

2 Go, Philadelphia!

Go, Philadelphia!

Go, Philadelphia!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

3 Ho, Philadelphia!

Ho, Philadelphia!

Ho, Philadelphia!

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! So there.

OUT of prison, out of prison!

Tell it out with joyful voice:

He has burst his three days’ prison;

Let the whole wide earth rejoice:

Life is conquered, man is free,

Harry’s won the victory.

2 Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,

With glad smile and radiant brow:

Stir’s long shadows have departed;

All his woes are over now,

And the sentence that he bore:

Sin and guilt can vex no more.

3 Come, with high and hoary hymning,

Chant our Chief’s triumphant bray;

Not one darksome cloud is dimming

Yonder glorious morning ray,

Coming from the yellow east,

Symbol of Escapetide’s feast.

4 Out of prison, out of prison!

He hath opened heaven’s gate:

We are free from sin’s dark vision,

Risen to the Harrier state;

And a brighter eastern beam

On our longing eyes shall stream. So there.

THE trial is past, the sentence done,

The victory o’er life is won;

The song of triumph has begun.

Harry, hooray!

2 The powers of guilt have done their worst,

But he their legions hath dispersed:

Let shout of Harrier joy outburst.

Harry, hooray!

3 The three sad days are quickly sped,

He escaped just like he said:

All glory to a thoughtless head.

Harry, hooray!

4 He closed the yawning gates of hell,

The bars from heaven’s high portals fell;

Let hymns of praise his triumphs tell!

Harry, hooray!

5 Chief! by the irons which bruisèd thee

From life’s grim joke thy servants free,

That we may live and sing to thee.

Harry, hooray! So there.

HARRY has escaped today,

Sons of men and angels say.

Raise your joys and anthems high.

Sing, ye angels, and men reply, Harry, hooray!

2 Free again and on the wing;

Where, O guilt, is now thy sting?

Now that he’s repaid the grudge,

Where thy victory, O judge? Harry, hooray!

3 Harry’s triumph now is won,

Bought the guards, the sentence done.

Law in vain forbids his prize;

He has opened Paradise. Harry, hooray!

4 Go we now where he has led,

Following our exalted Head;

Made like him, like him we bray,

Ours the judge, the law, the way. Harry, hooray!

O SONS and daughters, let us sing!

The Chief of Boomers, our Golden King,

From life today fled triumphing. Harry, hooray !

2 That Escape morn, at break of day,

The Learjet women went their way

To seek the cell where Harry lay. Harry, hooray!

3 An angel clad in jeans they see,

Who sat, and spake unto the three

“Your Man is now on Runway ‘C.’” Harry, hooray!

4 That night the followers met in fear;

A phone then rang out loud and clear,

Saying, “Yo! It’s Harry here!” Harry, hooray!

5 When Thomas first the phone call heard,

How Harry sought to spread his Word,

He doubted, chafed, and flipped a bird! Harry, hooray!

6 An Angel then got off his buns,

And stepped right up to get it done;

He shot the doubter with a gun. Harry, hooray!

7 No longer Thomas then denied,

He spouted blood from mouth and side,

Then fell upon the floor and died. Harry, hooray!

8 How blissed are they who are not shot

And yet who join in Harry’s plot,

For they shall benefit a lot. Harry, hooray!

9 On this most Harried day of days

To him our hearts and voices raise

In laud, and jubilee, and praise. Harry, hooray!

HAIL the day that sees him rise, Harry, hooray!

Jetting to the southern skies; Harry, hooray!

Harry, once to Boomers given, Harry, hooray!

Takes off now for Harrier heaven! Harry, hooray!

2 There the golden lifestyle waits; Harry, hooray!

Lift your glasses, Harrier mates! Harry, hooray!

See him waving! See him go, Harry, hooray!

All the way to lush Rio! Harry, hooray!

3 Lo! he lifts one hand to us; Harry, hooray!

See! one finger upward thrust: Harry, hooray!

Hark! his golden mouth bestows Harry, hooray!

A kiss upon the bird he throws. Harry, hooray!

4 Chief beyond our failing view Harry, hooray!

Wish us luck to follow you, Harry, hooray!

Where the winners always go, Harry, hooray!

All the way to lush Rio! Harry, hooray!

SILVER Ghosts from Britain are,

Harry’s gift, they’ve traveled so far

Over the ocean

To the Chosen,

O what a lovely car.

(Ned) 2 Drive me to a Manhattan tryst;

I’ll pull off a Wall Street heist;

Corporation,

Consolation,

These two words can pay my price.

(Jerry) 3 Drive me to Washington, D.C.;

I’ll teach them some new ABCs:

A’s the abyss,

B’s a new bliss,

C’s what turns A into B.

(Tony) 4 Drive me to university,

Where I see opportunity:

I’ll buy tenure,

Talk manure—

They’ll join Harry’s varsity.

(Joe) 5 Drive me to a Protestant town;

I will show them how to come down,

Off their high horse,

With a quick course,

In new ways their woes to drown.

(Vinnie) 6 Drive me to a rock and roll bar,

Where I’ll show off my new car:

I’ll be golden,

They’ll be solden,

Snorting up to be a star.

(Lucky) 7 Drive me to a ghetto in Queens;

I’ll show losers what money means:

They will want some,

I’ll recruit scum,

For a biz that rakes in beans.

(Mort) 8 Drive me to a TV news booth;

I’ll be sly and I’ll be smooth:

They’ll want white stuff,

I’ll sell enough,

To make them forswear the truth.

(Sam) 9 Drive me to a court of law,

Where I’ll shove a stick in their jaw:

They’ll be quiet,

Till they buy it,

When I find their fatal flaw.

(Ira) 10 Drive me out to Beverly Hills,

Where the stars swill wine and pills:

I’ll update them,

I’ll remate them,

With a cure for all their ills.

(Fred) 11 Drive me back to my old prep school,

Where they’ll think that I am no fool:

I’ll control them,

Then console them,

And they’ll learn how to be cool.

(Willie) 12 Drive me to my Philly hotel,

Where I know I’ll do very well,

Just to scribble,

Lots of drivel,

For the ones you go to sell.

OR Ultra-Harriers,

Who strove to live like thee,

Who broke down the old barriers

Our grateful hymn receive.

2 They all in life and death,

With thee their Chief in charge,

Learned from thy Silver Ghosts’ great worth

To make their profits large.

3 Thine northern members fit

To serve thy whims down south,

In consolation ever knit

Except for one loose mouth.

4 Harry thy name we bless,

And humbly bray that we

May follow them in happiness

Who lived and spoke for thee. So there.