The longer I live in this cockeyed world,
the plainer I can see the truth of that old
saying, what fools we mortals be.
They say we're all getting smarter, but I'm afraid I can 't agree,
few of the things we do that
You send your boy to a high -toned school and
spend a lot of dough for a musical education
Now you just know he was born for the opera,
but brother, wasn't you wrong?
Because he winds up with a ten -gallon
hat singing a hillbilly song.
You drive all day to attend a sale and the auctioneer starts to spiel,
You buy the thing for two and
back home and then you find they've got the same darn
thing right in the five and ten.
Joneses buy a brand new car and the
Smiths say, huh, pulling a fast one.
So what do they do but buy one too,
though they ain't done paying for the last one.
Now they both know the other one's broke,
and somebody's bound to sue them,
and the kids won't get so much to eat,
You send your daughter to college,
and a great career you plan.
Then just before graduation,
she meets that nice young man.
She winds up in his kitchen,
a brilliant girl, that's true,
Doctors and nurses rush around and work with all their might to
save the life of a bandit who got shot up in a fight.
They patch him up and get him well
after slaving night and day.
Kind of wasted effort, I'd say.
Indians had the right idea,
a system without any flaws.
No income tax and no rent to pay and the
work was done by the squaws.
Never a thing to worry about,
just eat and sleep and get fat.
And the poor dumb white man thought that he
could improve on a system like that.