WHATEVER BECAME OF HUBERT?
words and music by Tom Lehrer
Whatever became of Hubert?
Has anyone heard a thing?
Once he shone,
On his own,
Now he sits home alone,
And waits for the phone
To ring.
Once a fiery liberal spirit,
Ah, but now when he speaks he must clear it.
Second fiddle's a hard part, I know,
When they don't even give you a bow.
"We must protest this treatment, Hubert,"
Says each newspaper reader.
As someone one remarked to Schubert,
"Take us to your Lieder!"
Whatever became of you, Hubert?
We miss you, so tell us, please,
Are you said, are you cross,
Are you gathering moss,
While you wait for the boss
To sneeze?
Does Lyndon, recalling when he was V.P.,
Say, "I'll do unto you like they did unto me!"?
Do you dream about staging a coup?
Hubert, what happened to you?
