He built a hall
Put on a show
From high above watched his boulders roll
Then he bought Main Street and the old town hall
He named his price: his face on every wall. Oh
his face on every wall
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Now the factories have all shut down
No more cloth stitched in this town
So the only job for the boy and I
In the prison making tile shine
Someday that man will come here too
With that magic hat, spit and glue
He'll wash the stone
Paint the brick
Rename the streets
And make the clocks all tick on time
He'll make us run on time
And every town will celebrate someday
Waving sweatshop flags and grande lattes
Wearing culture on their backs
Wearing spirit on their hats
One by one they'll join the parade
And celebrate
Every town will celebrate someday
(Bridge)