This Is A Story, It’s Not Fantasy  Let Up To Us To Relate  One First Of April, Some Years Ago  Striver Steps Out Of His House  Springtime Sun Is Shining Down On The City  He Has To Take The Subway, Oh What A Pity    Puffing Publicity On Every Wall  Proclaiming The Best Way Of Life  It’s Squandermania, It Is A Creed  You Must Believe Unreserved  Striver’s Mind Is Somewhere Else In The Office  He Does Not Yet Know That He Will Be Flied Away    Life’s A Gallop When You Play The Game  It’s Oppressing When You’re Being Screwed  Got To Learn It, So We’ll Tell You Now  It’ll Be The Day To File You Away  When Somebody Else Meets Your Soul  Don’t Be Ashamed, You’re Not To Blame  It’s Gonna Come To All Of Us    Hey Mister Striver, You’re All Alone  Down In The Dark  Le Jeu S’en Fait Et Rien Ne Va Plus Now  Are You Prepared ?  Prepared To Leave Your Presence  It’s Just A Habit Of Convenience  To Keep The Old World Turning  We Mankind Still Are Learning  It Happened To Charlemagne  As Well As Monsieur Charles De Gaulle  And It Will Happen To You  Don’t Worry You Are Not Alone  But If You Are Not Willing  You’ll Have To Be !