Twenty-first Century Goofiness!
Itsy Bitsy man-machine
Create something divine
Automate the beauty queen
Storylines that intertwine
Rocket ships impale the sky
Time is money and waste’s a thief
Bad ideas that refuse to die
Tree into timber, cow into beef
Stock up on ramen and lead-free
Build Tokyo a boat
You’re on national CCTV
A struggle to stay afloat
You can run and you can hide
But this will never go away
You can go and get high as a kite
This is still the only way
You say love for everyone
You want us all to die?!
Let the bastards have a megaton
Got something heartbreaking in my eye
Stay in school, don’t do drugs
And in case you get to grow old
I only have one final advice
Sell your house and buy some gold
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