Therell come a time the smog will be so thick Well all have to walk with a long white walking stick But we wont walk anyhow, well go by air And the helicopters will be so thick we wont get anywhere Therell come a time, believe me son And when that day is here, I will be gone Such adulteration will have hit the food Youll throw away the contents and eat the carton if you want anything good And women will live on synthetic mals And theyll all be slendr as synthetic eels Therell come a time, believe me son And when that day is here, I will be gone Therell come a time the kids will be so smart Theyll be able to recite their own psychoanalysis by heart And theyll all be scientists by the time theyre ten And thank the Lord, I wont have any children then Therell come a time well lose our walking feet And food will all be predigested so we wont have to eat And children will be made in testtubes so we wont have to wed And thank God by that time I will be dead Oh, therell come a time, believe me son And thank God, on that day, I will be gone
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