The World Isn't Fair - Randy Newman

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