Hey Jesse, how about your mother   A corn cob pipe and a bottle in her hand   How about your sister, she shops at Walmart   She's making eyes at the black men in the band   And you're a savior, Oh please don't waver   You're the reason I vomit on the floor   When you preach hatred, I can't be sated   I want to hear it again      And when I fall asleep   I'm dreaming of all the things you say   If Dr. Martin King were alive today      Hey Jesse, did you ever slumber   And have a dream of a goddess in your bed   And was she willing to take your drilling   Did you wake up wishing you were dead   How bout the folks down in Carolina   A weary nation bows their head to pray   Show them some guidance, give them some   kindness, make Jesse just go away      And when I fall asleep   I'm dreaming of all the things you said   The Children's Television Workshop's   alive today