i think she wanted your affections
well at least that's what i've read
God knows the world is a cruel place
when beauty don't grace your head
when your two legs withered
she offered her caress
her love deeper than warm springs
but lucy got your best
yes eleanor taking what she could get

surely love must have an object
when refused so many times
she gave hers to the orphans
the weak the starving sick and blind
ah but the credit it fell back on you
you pinned her to your chest
her love deeper than warm springs
but lucy got your best
yes eleanor taking what she could get

she knew about those seedy little business trips
but she became your welcome mat
and i bet she could've used something from you
something more than a fireside chat
hey history's flesh and blood it seems
there're no more heroes waiting in the wings
franklin she never loved you any less
eleanor taking what she could get

now to those who wield great power
popularity vulgarity and the sword
you know those little molders of public opinion
create the stuff of graffiti legend and folklore
we remember your profile and cigarette
she's just a footnote in your text
her love deep as the ocean
ah but lucy got your best
yes eleanor taking what she could get