You never want to be coddled,
You never want to be kissed,
You’re just an old ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISMIST!
When I come close when we’re dancing,
I get a slap on the wrist,
Don’t be an old ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISMIST!
You’ve got no use for moonlight,
You’d turn your back on a star!
Your heart is bent and you’re against The state of things as they are!
When you’re a hundred years older,
maybe you’ll want what you’ve missed,
Don’t be an old ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISMIST!

Thank you, Duke Ellington.
Rearrange the word, though, and you get:
“antidisestablishmentterrorist.”

… A sign of the coming artistic clap-down if there ever was one.
Fahrenheit 451 Revisisted, indeedy!

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