The World Isn't Fair

When Karl

Marx was a boy he took a hard look around

He saw people were starving all over the place while others were painting the town

The public spirited boy became a public spirited man

So he worked very hard and he read everything until he came up with a plan

There'll be no exploitation of the worker or his kin

No discrimination 'cause of the color of your skin

No more private property

It would not be allowed

No one could rise too high

No one could sink too low or go under completely like some we all know

If Marx were living today he'd be rolling around in his grave

And if I had him here in my mansion on the hill

I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart a chill

It's something that happened to me

I'd say, Karl

I recently stumbled into a new family with two little children in school where all little children should be

I went to the orientation

All the young mommies were there

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

And they'd come there with men much like me

Froggish men, unpleasant to see

Were you to kiss one,

Karl Nary a prince would there be

Oh Karl the world isn't fair

It isn't and never will be

They tried out your plan

It brought misery instead

If you'd seen how they worked it you'd be glad you were dead just like

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

It would depress us,

Karl Because we care that the world still isn't fair