Well the sale at Macy's is over 

Ain't there nothing left to buy 

Cause everything you were gonna get's already gone. 



When it's midnight at the Eiffel Tower 

Something's strange and smelling sour 

Reeks of a memory I thought I'd lost. 



Well I've been thinking real hard 

And I've been thinking quietly about 

How the milk is gone from a kitchen raid 

And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion 

That's the world's just a bunch of people trying to get laid. 



I said "On, baby, baby, It's crazy 

I think we've created, overpopulated 

Oh, baby, baby what you gonna do 

When the world ain't around for you?" 



When the Republic of Banana 

Is trying to sell me shoes 

For two hundred sixty three dollars a foot. 



When obscenity has more to do with 

Dishing cash than a foul moth 

It's something to be said for a moral root. 



Well I've been thinking real hard about 

How's she's got all the dough 

But you see I'm the one with the smile on my face 

And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion 

That it ain't about contentment it's about getting paid. 



I said "On, honey, honey, Oh sweet money 

I think we've created, overpopulated 

Oh, baby, baby What you gonna do 

When the world ain't around for you?" 



When it's sex and drugs and rock and roll 

You can drink your tears away 

Cause everything that defined you is gone 

When it's rehabilitation center, Betty Ford is the only answer 

You reek of a hangover you thought you'd lost 



Well I've been thinking real hard 

And I've been observing quietly 

Just how many ways we find to raid the world 

And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion 

That you can't dust on the shell you gotta reach in for the pearl 



I said "On, baby, baby, It's crazy 

I think we've created, overpopulated 

Oh, baby, baby what you gonna do 

When the world ain't around for you?"