When Karl Marx was a boy

                               he took a hard look around

                               He saw people were starving all over the place

                               while others were painting the town 

                               The public spirited boy

                               became a public spirited man

                               So he worked very hard and he read everything

                               until he came up with a plan



                               There'll be no exploitation

                               of the worker or his kin

                               No discrimination 'cause of the color of your 

skin

                               No more private property

                               It would not be allowed

                               No one could rise too high

                               No one could sink too low

                               or go under completely like some we all know



                               If Marx were living today

                               he'd be rolling around in his grave

                               And if I had him here in my mansion on the hill

                               I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart 

a chill



                               It's something that happened to me

                               I'd say, Karl I recently stumbled 

                               into a new family

                               with two little children in school

                               where all little children should be

                               I went to the orientation

                               All the young mommies were there

                               Karl, you never have seen such a glorious sight

                               as these beautiful women arrayed for the night

                               just like countesses, empresses, movie stars and 

queens

                               And they'd come there with men much like me

                               Froggish men, unpleasant to see

                               Were you to kiss one, Karl

                               Nary a prince would there be



                               Oh Karl the world isn't fair

                               It isn't and never will be 

                               They tried out your plan

                               It brought misery instead

                               If you'd seen how they worked it

                               you'd be glad you were dead

                               just like I'm glad I'm living in the land of the 

free

                               where the rich just get richer

                               and the poor you don't ever have to see

                               It would depress us, Karl

                               Because we care

                               that the world still isn't fair