Things Aren't What They Used To Be |
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The simple unvarnished truth Is sometimes hard to find. Yet it isn�t an untruth, When colors interwined. Things aren�t what they used to be, In fact it�s hard to tell, If they�re what they seem to be, Or just a fake made well. A machine now milks the cow, Out yonder on the farms, Firemen threaten the hoose-gow, And still get false alarms. You are hungry so you eat A really scrumptious dish, Chicken sandwich made with meat You know is tuna-fish. False bottoms are in glasses, False hair on top the head, And more than a few lasses, Have with their falsies wed. I wear artificial pearls, With imitation fur, To go listen with the girls To a false flatterer. There�s a make believe duck-call, Artificial sunshine, Substitutes in basket-ball, Imitation moon-shine. If we all knew everything, How dull would be the day. So whatever fate may bring, I like the world this way. |
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