One Million Lawyers - Tom Paxton

Humankind has survived some disasters, I’m sure

Like locusts and flash floods and flu

There’s never a moment when we’ve been secure

From the ills that the flesh is heir to

If it isn’t a war, it’s some gruesome disease

If it isn’t disease, then it’s war

But there’s worse still to come, and I’m asking you please

How the world’s gonna take any more?

In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers

One million lawyers, one million lawyers

In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers

How much can a poor nation stand?

The world shook with dread of Atilla the Hun

As he conquered with fire and steel

And Genghis and Kubla and all of the Kahns

Ground a groaning world under the heel

Disaster, disaster, so what else is new?

We’ve suffered the worst and then some

So I’m sorry to tell you, my suffering friends

Of the terrible scourge still to come

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Oh, a suffering world cries for mercy

As far as the eye can see

Lawyers around every bend in the road

Laywers in every tree

Lawyers in restaurants, lawyers in clubs

Lawyers behind every door

Behind windows and potted plants, shade trees and shrubs

Lawyers on pogo sticks, lawyers in politics!

In spring there’s tornadoes and rampaging floods

In summer it’s heat stroke and draught

There’s Ivy League football to ruin the fall

It’s a terrible scourge, without doubt

There are blizzards to batter the shivering plain

There are dust storms that strike, but far worse

Is the threat of disaster to shrivel the brain

It’s the threat of implacable curse

In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers

One million lawyers, one million lawyers

In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers

How much can a poor nation stand?

How much can a poor nation stand?