It goes back It goes back To the completely senseless babble of the three stooges It goes back The ravings of the Marx Brothers To Laurel and Hardy And the foreign legion To the old holy Warning the hot bloods That Ramadan is near It goes back To the Werewolf of London Distinguished doctor in his velour smoking jacket Smoking his pipe over a lamp lit poem on botany Suddenly hairs begin to grow on his hands His cat hisses, slips out into the night It goes back To Lamont Cranston So cool, so sure Suddenly becoming the frantic Shadow Going, "Wee, ha, ha, ha!" In the alleys of New York It goes back to Captain Easy, Wash Tubbs Screaming with ecstasy over a can of creamed peaches It goes back to Wimpy lookin' cross eyed for a juicy hamburger like they don't make anymore It goes back to King Kong, with huge tender eyes for Fay Wray To dear old Basil Rathbone It goes back to the glee of America To the honesty of America To the honesty of old time grafters in straw hats To the funny spitelessness of old big fisted America Like Big Boy Williams saying, "Ooh, eee, ahhh!" In a movie about MAC trucks It goes back to Clark Gable His dirty smile His confident leer This America was invested with wild self-believing Individuality And all this had begun to disappear around the end of World War II So many great guys were dead And suddenly, it began to emerge again The hipsters began to appear, gliding around Saying "Crazy, Man."