Big bad Betty of the apocalypse
She opens her lips & it goes like this
When the golden rule & the jungle meet
There'll be nothing to love &There'll be no one to beat
Oh the things we know
The things we don't
Oh the things we think we can will & won't
We're loath to gather that nothing's left
We're all together & We're all bereft
Capitalism & Communism
You did the hokey-pokey & it went like this
You hate each other & you love yourselves
It might be heaven & it might be hell
Oh the things we do
The things we say
Oh the things we wish we could wash away






AND THEN HE SAID JOIN THE CROWD AND LAUGH ALL OUT