The Saginaw Song Analysis

In Saginaw, in Saginaw,The wind blows up your feet,

When the ladies' guild puts on a feed,There's beans on every plate,

And if you eat more than you should,Destruction is complete.Out Hemlock Way there is a streamThat some have called Swan Creek;

The turtles have bloodsucker sores,And mossy filthy feet;

The bottoms of migrating ducksCome off it much less neat.In Saginaw, in Saginaw,Bartenders think no ill;

But they've ways of indicating whenYou are not acting well:

They throw you through the front plate glassAnd then send you the bill.The Morleys and the Burrows areThe aristocracy;

A likely thing for they're no worseThan the likes of you or me,-

A picture window's one you can'tRaise up when you would pee.In Shaginaw, in ShaginawI went to Shunday Shule;

The only thing I ever learnedWas called the Golden Rhule,-

But that's enough for any manWhat's not a proper fool.I took the pledge cards on my bike;I helped out with the books;

The stingy members when they signedMade with their stingy looks,-

The largest contributors cameFrom the town's biggest crooks.In Saginaw, in Saginaw,There's never a household fart,

For if it did occur,It would blow the place apart,-

I met a woman who could break windAnd she is my sweet-heart.O, I'm the genius of the world,-Of that you can be sure,

But alas, alack, and me achin' back,I'm often a drunken boor;

But when I die-and that won't be soon-I'll sing with dear Tom Moore,With that lovely man, Tom Moore.

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