| In our little town in Ohio, there's a little boy who we all know. | |
| He makes us smile, he makes us glad, we think good thoughts, can't make him mad. | |
| No cars, no lights, no rights to choose. | |
| He is our life, he makes the rules. | |
| We keep our thoughts as pure as the driven snow or to the cornfield we will go - oh! | |
| It's a good life! | |
| We cannot sing, he hates the sound. | |
| He reads our thoughts, than starts to frown. | |
| He makes it snow - it's mid-July. | |
| We just smile as our crops die. | |
| How did it start, when will it end. | |
| How long can we all just pretend. | |
| Everything is perfect and serene. | |
| Is this for real or just a dream - scream! | |
| It's a good life! | |
| He! he's the one, who's undone, everything we have lived for, evermore, slammed the door! | |
| Why, are we weak, we must seek, a way to destroy all his lies, nullify, he must die! | |
| We all agree, it's gone to long. | |
| His power grows, he's much too strong. | |
| How can we move, we live in fear. | |
| He'll find us out when we draw near. | |
| We need to act - we need a plan. | |
| He must never live to be a man. | |
| Think of all the things he then could do. | |
| Who'll be the first to make the move - you? | |
| It's a good life! |
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