text: In a while Ill find the time to make the sunshine mine
  In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
  Wheeling, soaring, gliding by
  On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
  Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings
  Wining, dining, shining king
  And the eagle flies in clear blue skies
  Breathing in the clear blue air
  Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
  And fifty more come rolling off
  The Ford production line
  Then a man appearing like a mirage on the sand
  In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
  Screaming, dealing, movie man
  Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows
  Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise
  Climbing, high into the sky
  By the ornamental lake, a diamond lies
  Upon the finger of the king
  On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun
  And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun