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?"