Presidential Walk

Let's follow Mr. Rotten Up the escarpments Up the limestone Fifty-five thousand anno When the old dogs hunt And the young Mâcon grows Crisp white, full body And the Burgundy flows Some of the best in the world The old man agrees Giant steps With a pensive stare Thirty-nine hour week Just let the boys off Can't blame them for how they think Can't lock 'em up for that, no From here he watches That which comes That which goes That which moves And that, which doesn't move Presidential walk Presidential walk Presidential walk