Songtext
The world is a beautiful place to be born into
If you don't mind happiness not always being so very much fun
If you don't mind a touch of hell now and then
Just when everything is fine
Because even in heaven they don't sing all the time
The world is a beautiful place to be born into
If you don't mind some people dying all the time
Or maybe only starving some of the time
Which isn't half so bad if it isn't you
Oh, the world is a beautiful place to be born into
If you don't much mind a few dead minds in the higher places
Or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces
Or such other improprieties as our name-brand society
Is prey to with its men of distinction
And its men of extinction
And its priests and other patrolmen
And its various segregations
And congressional investigations
And other constipations
That our fool flesh is heir to
Yes, the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things
As making a fun scene
And making a love scene
And making the sad scene
And singing love songs
And having inspiration
And walking around looking at everything
And smelling flowers
And goosing statues
And even thinking
And kissing people
And making babies
And wearing pads
And waving hats
And dancing
And going swimming in rivers
On picnics in the middle of the summer
And just generally living it up
Yes
But then right in the middle of it
Comes the smiling mortician
In the next world war I believe that both sides could stop
Before the ultimate destruction of cities so that both sides
Could retire for a period of ten years or so of post-attack
Recuperation in which world wars four to eight could be prepared
