So Long, Mom I'm Off To Drop

Hark, The Herald Tribune Sings, Advertising Wondrous Things!

The Lord's Our Shepherd, Says The Psalm. But Just In Case, We Better Get A Bomb.

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.

Soon We'll Be Out Amid The Cold World's Strife. Soon We'll Be Sliding Down The Razor Blade Of Life. But As We Go Our Sordid Sep'rate Ways, We Shall Ne'er Forget Thee, Thou Golden College Days. Hearts Full Of Youth, Hearts Full Of Truth, Six Parts Gin To One Part Vermouth.

If You Visit American City, You Will Find It Very Pretty. Just Two Things Of Which You Must Beware: Don't Drink The Water And Don't Breathe The Air. Pollution, Pollution, They Got Smog And Sewage And Mud. Turn On Your Tap And Get Hot And Cold Running Crud. See The Halibuts And The Sturgeons Being Wiped Out By Detergents. Fish Gotta Swim And Birds Gotta Fly, But They Don't Last Long If They Try. Pollution, Pollution, You Can Use The Latest Toothpaste, And Then Rinse Your Mouth With Industrial Waste.