The Measure of the Man

He's chasing that Nobel Peace Prize, claims he's ended seven wars. He wants his

face put on that mountain, he's like a rowboat without an oar.

He's selling dreams and a red hat, and golden sneakers for your feet.

He's got a nickname for his rivals and a crowd waiting on every

street. He says the system's been rigged, and he's the only one with

the key. While he's painting bold new pictures of how the future's going to

be. He's the talk in every coffee shop from the Delta

to the Plains. A whirlwind in a suit and tie that nobody can