I want a job like Garrison Keillor'snwriting and singing and talking all daynI'm still a liberal genteel-ernso it's only natural to feel this waynHave some work but I feel uneasynsomething about it always makes me bluenmorning light makes me queasynI think I need something else to donnLove seeing my words on papernsomething about it gives me a thrillnenthusiasm it will not tapernI'll find my cadence you know I will nNPR has come into some moneynwhen rich liberals die good things occurnstuff me full of milk and honeynLake Woebegone I prefernnHe's coming to town I'm taking my fatherngot us some tickets in the balconynI hear he's not very much to look atnbut it's his voice that we're coming to seenSaturday nights they make me smilenwe still look forward to the radiondon't touch that dial it whispers to menand in there is where I wanna gonnI want a job like Garrison Keillor'snwriting and singing and talking all daynI'm still a liberal genteel-ernso it's only natural to feel this waynNPR has come into some moneynwhen rich liberals die good things occurngive me a desk and a microphonenLake Woebegone is where I prefer