Tom Gunner and Lincoln Revisited

You know the first story of Tom Gunner and Lincoln
There were games with words and it left you thinkin’
This tale is stranger with a stranger, hope you don’t mind
But our heroes find themselves in the year nineteen ninety-nine

They mused and walked the ity-bity city
Just a two-man, problem-solving committee
Summer leaves left, fallers stayed to try
Like everyone else, they were asking why

You’re here for a problem, said a man with six strings
I am a master of all these crazy little things.
Name was Webster, he talked real fast
He had no future but a helluva past

Tom and Link knew the language, but he knew the words
Webster was a hawk in a world of birds
His bite had sting; his bark had bite
Didn’t matter if he was in the wrong or right

Why do we have a case? Asked Tom and Link
We all have problems said the man with a wink
Give me some change and I’ll give you some back
Ideas, not money, is what you lack

Internal, infernal rhyming is my game
Fighting all shame in the name of fame
Slacker Generation and a pop junk culture
Fights and death but no war for the soldier

I’ll stop spraying, start saying what game I’m playing
Its about old ideas, repackaged as new
Listen up close; don’t do as I do
Laugh, don’t pity this shitty little diddy

Two Mexican guys found themselves up north
Homeless and helpless on January fourth
They got lucky, couple blankets they found
Wrapped themselves up but couldn’t move around

Cut a hole in the middle; a pancho for each
Now they could move, it's the freedom of teach
Like you fellas, they didn’t seek glory
It’s the little wins that make a really good story

Prevent Y2K, maybe that’s why you’re here
Your problem is big but the answer ain’t clear
So you can’t help us out, said Link with no fears
No luck. Like a lot of solutions, yours will take ten years!