When Karl Marx was a boy
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he took a hard look around
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He saw people were starving all over the place
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while others were painting the town
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The public spirited boy
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became a public spirited man
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So he worked very hard and he read everything
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until he came up with a plan
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There'll be no exploitation
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of the worker or his kin
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No discrimination 'cause of the color of your
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skin
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No more private property
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It would not be allowed
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No one could rise too high
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No one could sink too low
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or go under completely like some we all know
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If Marx were living today
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he'd be rolling around in his grave
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And if I had him here in my mansion on the hill
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I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart
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a chill
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It's something that happened to me
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I'd say, Karl I recently stumbled
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into a new family
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with two little children in school
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where all little children should be
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I went to the orientation
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All the young mommies were there
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Karl, you never have seen such a glorious sight
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as these beautiful women arrayed for the night
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just like countesses, empresses, movie stars and
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queens
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And they'd come there with men much like me
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Froggish men, unpleasant to see
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Were you to kiss one, Karl
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Nary a prince would there be
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Oh Karl the world isn't fair
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It isn't and never will be
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They tried out your plan
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It brought misery instead
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If you'd seen how they worked it
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you'd be glad you were dead
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just like I'm glad I'm living in the land of the
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free
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where the rich just get richer
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and the poor you don't ever have to see
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It would depress us, Karl
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Because we care
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that the world still isn't fair
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The World Isn't Fair
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Randy Newman |