At Farhaven Inn

I've conversed with the kings and drank wine with the queens,
and I've had my nightly flings and tasted the world's cuisine.
I've drank so much fine liquor and I've slept so many years,
but no one will guess where I've been since I've disappeared.
I've been at Farhaven Inn, my friends, a simple little shack,
hidden in mountains, and which is led by no roads or tracks.
You won't find warmongers in this fair heaven at Farhaven Inn,
unlike from Washington to London or from Baghdad to Berlin.
No rape or poverty, no murder or unavailing political debates,
we here at Farhaven Inn have become the first true free state.
We've said goodbye to such nations when they've become vainglorious,
and without shedding a tear our neutrality does decree us victorious.
So if my friends ask where I've been, tell them I'm at Farhaven Inn,
and when America's light grows dim then we might say farewell again.