Like the beams of the usherette  
  But when the Big Bear bit deep after Yalta  
  There were those that came to forget  
  They went out west for the sreening  
  And they carried a sharp-tooth comb  
  
  So get up! Go on! Grip that stand!  
  And press your hand to your heart  
  Big Mac is asking the questions  
  And this is only the start  
  
  Now Mac came on hot and noisy  
  In his search for old Uncle Joe  
  As he tracked him down to Tonsel Town  
  For Boise, Idaho  
  And the folks that queued up for Coogan  
  Now queued up for the end of a myth  
  To sit open-mouthed at the newsreel  
  The night that Chaplin took the fith  
  
  And the offers packed up for so many  
  Dropped lika a Wurlitzer into the pit  
  And what we got for the pain was more John Wayne  
  And anything else that they saw fit  
  Because when they needed to break resistance  
  And they could not go on using a fist  
  They took the cameras into the court-house  
  They ciculated a list