In a while I'll 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 right   Climbing, high into the sky      By the golden mansion let the guardian rise   Upon the finger of the king   Hung high, the eagle spies the glitter of a gun   And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun