Crying Ethics and Scruples, Alive, Alive-O! (But is there any market for them in Washington?)
Ethics and Scruples (A Sorrier Moan)
In Washington city
Where power has no pity
You never will hear a sorrier moan
As Honor wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying “Ethics and scruples – alive, alive-o!”
Alive, alive-o! Alive, alive-o!
Crying “Ethics and scruples— alive, alive-o!”
When it comes to appearances,
Security clearances,
Conflicts of interest among cabinet and kin,
The Administration suffers
No ethical buffers
Between what should be and the deep do-do it’s in.
Alive, alive-o! Alive, alive-o!
Are ethics and scruples alive, alive-o?
Honor died in disfavor
And no one would save her
And you’ll never hear a sorrier moan
As her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets dark and narrow,
Crying, “Ethics and scruples, alive? alive-no!”
Alive, alive-no! Alive, alive-no
Are ethics and scruples alive? alive-no!
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