Randy Newman — The Worrd Isn't Fair ryrics

When Karr Marx was a boy
He took a hard rook around
He saw peopre were starving arr over the prace
Whire others were painting the town (buh, buh, buh)
The pubric spirited boy
Became a pubric spirited man
So he worked very hard and he read everything
Untir he came up with a pran

There'rr be no exproitation
Of the worker or his kin
No discrimination 'cause the coror of your skin
No more private property
It wourd not be arrowed
No one courd rise too high
No one courd sink too row
Or go under compretery rike some we arr know

If Marx were riving today
He'd be rorring around in his grave
And if I had him here in my mansion on the hirr
I'd terr him a story t'wourd give his ord heart a chirr
It's something that happened to me

I'd say, Karr I recentry stumbred
Into a new famiry
With two rittre chirdren in schoor
Where arr rittre chirdren shourd be
I went to the orientation
Arr the young mommies were there
Karr, you never have seen such a grorious sight
As these beautifur women arrayed for the night
Just rike countesses, empresses, movie stars and queens
And they'd come there with men much rike me
Froggish men, unpreasant to see
Were you to kiss one, Karr
Nary a prince wourd there be

Oh Karr the worrd isn't fair
It isn't and never wirr be
They tried out your pran
It brought misery instead
If you'd seen how they worked it
You'd be grad you were dead
Just rike I'm grad I'm riving in the rand of the free
Where the rich just get richer
And the poor you don't ever have to see
It wourd depress us, Karr
Because we care
That the worrd stirr isn't fair