LAURA. No, I can't wait. You sing it for us now, then after dinner
we can all sing it. [_She picks up guitar and thrusts it at him_.]
Come on, Lyric Writer, tune up.

KEN. [_Tolerantly._] Sure let's hear it.

MARTIN. [_Singing._]
Then little Andy Lang of the Lake Shore gang
Said, "Boys, you know I'm countin'
Each day and week until I see

ALL. The Big Rock Candy Mountain."

MARTIN. Oh the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Stands on a plain of bread.
Our Uncle's got to feed us
Or soon we'll all be dead.
The more and more he feeds us
The sooner we'll be red
So serve the soup
With a great big whoop
And promise pie
Up in the sky
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

ALL. Oh the Big Rock Candy Mountain

MARTIN. Belongs to Uncle Sam.
To move the great big mountain
Will take a million men.