Hey Jesse, how about your mother A corn cob pipe and a bottle in her hand How about your sister, she shops at Walmart She's making eyes at the black men in the band And you're a savior, Oh please don't waver You're the reason I vomit on the floor When you preach hatred, I can't be sated I want to hear it again And when I fall asleep I'm dreaming of all the things you say If Dr. Martin King were alive today Hey Jesse, did you ever slumber
And have a dream of a goddess in your bed And was she willing to take your drilling Did you wake up wishing you were dead How bout the folks down in Carolina A weary nation bows their head to pray Show them some guidance, give them some Kindness, make Jesse just go away And when I fall asleep I'm dreaming of all the things you said The Children's Television Workshop's Alive today