Come to the dinner gong
  the table is laden high
  fat bellies and hungry little ones
  tuck your napkin in
  and take your share
  some get the gravy
  and some get the gristle
  some get the marrow bone
  and some get nothing
  though there’s plenty to spare
  
  I took my share down by the sea
  paper plates and Javex bottles on the tide
  seagulls come down
  and they squawk at me
  down where the water-skiers glide
  
  some turn to Jesus
  and some turn to heroin
  some turn to rambling round
  looking for a clean sky
  and a drinking stream
  some watch the paint peel off
  some watch their kids grow up
  some watch their stocks and bonds
  waiting for that big deal
  American dream
  
  I took my dream down by the sea
  Yankee yachts and lobster pots and sunshine
  and logs and sails
  and shell oil pails
  dogs and tugs and summertime
  back in the banquet line
  angry young people crying
  
  who let the greedy in
  and who left the needy out
  who made this salty soup
  tell him we’re very hungry now
  for a sweeter fare
  in the cookie I read
  “some get the gravy
  and some get the gristle
  some get the marrow bone
  and some get nothing
  though there’s plenty to spare.”