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