By Bill Davis

I didn't quite cure Autism today,
but I managed to put five martinis away,
and attended a gala with lavish buffet,
Well, I guess it is time to jet back to L.A.!

My son didn't sleep well, he rocked and he cried.
I begged for more services but we were denied.
No speech, no O.T., no more hours-they lied!
The district is poor-that's all they replied!

Well, I am off to Hollywood with an actor to sup-
I suppose that the limo is picking our son up-
Is he at school? Horseback riding or what?
This Autism stuff is getting so tough!

I am tired, defeated, degraded and tense.
I can feel the loss of my innocence-
I am sad, I am numb, it just doesn't make sense-
The love of my child is my only defense.

I made a donation for a new autism wing,
I forgot what my wife told me to name the thing-
But I have a signed football, I'm gong to bring,
And an actress friend is gong to sing.

The state tried to take all our power away,
We've been forced to go to due process today.
Our insurance company has declined to pay.
My child is my hero, he has something to say!

We are not rich or elite, of this I am sure,
We fight from the trenches, our motives are pure.
We scream from our hearts, we are never demure,

We are the community, and truly- the cure!