Four Seasons

Inspired, as you might well guess, by recent events. A song from the point of view of a lawyer and onetime mayor reflecting on the events that have brought him to this juncture…

Words and music by Joseph Abbott

In my spring, I tackled mobsters
In my summer, showed no fear
Never in my fall did I ever
Expect to winter here
There’s a sex shop back on that side
The crematorium’s over there
We all stand between the two
Ask me if I care

Seasons come and seasons go
Who can tell the reasons
How was I supposed to know
That they booked the wrong Four Seasons
In the landscape of my life
Blasted by my treasons
It can cut you like a knife
When they book the wrong Four Seasons

There’s nothing new under the Sunoco sign
Red, white, and blue con we’ve run countless times
But it’s losing its luster
Did I back the wrong horse?
Or maybe my seasons have run their course?
I no longer have a soul to sell
And Donny, it’s as cold as hell in —

Philadelphia freedom’s rung
Though I’ll still yell they’re cheatin’
It’s a bitter song I’ve sung
As they book the wrong Four Seasons
Yes, they booked the wrong Four Seasons
And it’s cold as hell in Philadelphia