Jeremy Engle    Lives in a tangled    Rent controlled apartment    With his communist family    There are books all around them    The dining room table is lacquered    With news clippings    Yellowing badly    They argue at dinner    His brother's friends drop by    To throw a line in or two    About Tolstoy    They all play guitar    And they're all very far away    In their own minds    From the upper west side    Of manhattan    I never got past his    Googly eyes    That looked at me sadly    In mocking surprise    The way a lord looks at his placemat    Or a stain on his tie    It never happened for me    And Jeremy Engle though    Wanted to step through that portal    And try on that other dimension    Of high high browism    Jeremy's hair and brow    Grow very high    And no not I    I'm more of a napkin    Not blessed with the vision    Beyond how I'm matching    The china and wine    Now there are the Engles    Skewering Lenin   And chewing through    Six pounds of venison    Thigh that they shot up    In upstate New York    At their uncle's    Jeremy needs me    To wipe off his eye    Some gelatinous thingy    That his brother's rebuttaling    Mouthful let fly    Sometimes all you need is a napkin    Sometimes all you need is a napkin