I was standing with my paper there minding my own news For everything that someone said someone else had a different view I watched the whole thing there unfold upon my T.V. screen "A new World Order is on its way" Well pass the popcorn please You don't mean to tell me no one here is going to get hurt When there's folks at home who eat dog food they can't afford a shirt Sure find out real fast who's a sitting duck When it's a Mad mad world Shake your hands and say good luck. It's a . . . Mad mad world I cannot believe this stuff. It's a . . . Mad mad world Getting madder every day Mad mad world Get involved and they blow you away Sure find out real fast when you're a sitting duck That it's a mad mad world A little man sits up way high way up above the crowd Can you make them dance real fast Can you make them cheer real loud Money doesn't talk it swears It sounds like a big machine A voice on high says you reap what you sow Just keep your own nose clean More smoke fills up the air More toxins up the creek And that's when the cash it changes hands so we turn the other cheek Sure find out real fast just when you've had enough that it's a Chorus He walks into the office and he finds a big pink slip It says "You are no longer needed here so take a good long trip." You can take your gold watch and stick it you know where cause he's fired up and he's jacked up and he's loaded up for bear Chorus
Compositor: Thomas William Cochrane ECAD: Obra #20793061