Whatever Became Of Hubert?

I wonder how many people here tonight

Remember Hubert Humphrey

He used to be a Senator

From time to time you read something about him

Pinning a medal on somebody or making a speech

Or every now and then you'll read something

In one of those 'Where Are They Now?' columns

"Whatever became of Deanna Durbin and Hubert Humphrey"

And so on

This became, this became quite an issue last winter

At the time of Winston Churchill's funeral

When President Johnson was too ill to go

And somebody suggested that he send Hubert

And he said, "Hubert who?"

And all America was singing

Whatever became of Hubert?

Has anyone heard a thing?

Once he shone on his own

Now he sits home alone

And waits for the phone to ring

Once a fiery liberal spirit

Ah, but now when he speaks he must clear it

Second fiddle's a hard part, I know

When they don't even give you a bow

"We must protest this treatment, Hubert"

Says each newspaper reader

As someone once remarked to Schubert

"Take us to your Lieder"

Sorry about that

Whatever became of you, Hubert?

We miss you, so tell us, please

Are you sad? Are you cross?

Are you gathering moss

While you wait for the boss to sneeze?

Does Linden, recalling when he was V.P.

Say, "I'll do unto you like they did unto me"?

Do you dream about staging a coup?

Hubert, what happened to you?