Levon wears his war wound like a crown.
He calls his child
Jesus, 'cause he likes the name, and he sends him to the finest school in town.
Levon, Levon likes his money; he makes a lot they say.
Spends his days countin' in a garage by the motorway.
He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day when the New York
Times said
God is dead and the war's begun.
Alvin Tostig has a son today.
And he shall be
Levon.
And he shall be a good man.
And he shall be Levon in tradition with the fam'ly plan.
And he shall be
Levon.
And he shall be a good man.
He shall be Levon.

Levon sells cartoon balloons in town, his fam'ly business thrives.
Jesus blows up balloons all day, sits on the porch swing watching them fly.
And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus, leave Levon far behind take a balloon and go sailin' while
Levon Levon slowly dies.
He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day when the New York
Times said
God is dead and the war's begun.
Alvin Tostig has a son today.
And he shall be Levon.
And he shall be a good man.
And he shall be Levon in tradition with the fam'ly plan.
Ooh! And he shall be
Levon.
And he shall be a good man.
He shall be Levon.
And he shall be Levon.
And he shall be a good man.
And he shall be Levon in tradition with the fam'ly plan.
Ooh!
And he shall be Levon.
And he shall be a good man.
He shall be Levon.