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When Karl |
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Marx was a boy he took a hard look around |
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He saw people were starving all over the place while others were painting the town |
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The public spirited boy became a public spirited man |
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So he worked very hard and he read everything until he came up with a plan |
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There'll be no exploitation of the worker or his kin |
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No discrimination 'cause of the color of your skin |
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No more private property |
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It would not be allowed |
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No one could rise too high |
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No one could sink too low or go under completely like some we all know |
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If Marx were living today he'd be rolling around in his grave |
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And if I had him here in my mansion on the hill |
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I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart a chill |
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It's something that happened to me |
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I'd say, Karl |
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I recently stumbled into a new family with two little children in school where all little children should be |
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I went to the orientation |
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All the young mommies were there |
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Karl, you never have seen such a glorious sight as these beautiful women arrayed for the night just like countesses, empresses, movie stars and queens |
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And they'd come there with men much like me |
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Froggish men, unpleasant to see |
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Were you to kiss one, |
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Karl Nary a prince would there be |
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Oh Karl the world isn't fair |
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It isn't and never will be |
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They tried out your plan |
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It brought misery instead |
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If you'd seen how they worked it you'd be glad you were dead just like |
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I'm glad I'm living in the land of the free where the rich just get richer and the poor you don't ever have to see |
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It would depress us, |
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Karl Because we care that the world still isn't fair |
