Fill the wide world with fine machines
Build bumper cars, and guillotines
And castanets, and fighter jets...
We'll all rise into the sky!

And forgive us our status quo,
As we overlook all our hearts should know
Help us safely choose when to blithely lose...
Another's slice of higher pie!

And our tired old beauty queen
Shot through cellophane, and vaseline
Given softer lights, and spandex tights...
She'll be younger, bye the bye!

World keeps turning, oceans churning...
Smells like something might be burning.