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Please clean the plates, dear.
The Lord above can see ya.
Don't you know people are starving in
Korea?
Alcohol and razor blades and straight pins
and needles,
Kindergarten people - they use 'em, the
need 'em.
Over-indulging machines were their children.
There wasn't a way down on Earth to cool
'em,
'Cause they look just like humans at Kresges
and Woolworths.
But decadent brains were at work to
destroy.
Brats in battalions were ruling the streets,
Sayin' generation landslide closed the gap
between 'em.

And I laugh to myself at the men and the
ladies
Who never conceived of us billion dollar
babies.

Militant mothers hiding in their basement
Using pots and pans as their shields and
their helmets.
Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high
chairs,
While Mothers' Lib burned their certificate
papers.
Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the
dealer,
Who's pubic to the world but involved in
high finance.
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's
hours.
But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from
his father.
Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles
per hour.
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em.

And I laugh to myself at the men and the
ladies
Who never conceived of us billion dollar
babies.