All these feeble signs of joy   as you portray them,   is a sad and lonely sight   I don’t think your coctail-lives   are that joyous,   look me in the eye and say   that you’ll last the night   get the car-keys   get the children   get the gun......(x2)   Now,did Junior seem a bit   weird at dinner?   don’t you find you just can’t tell?   I’d like to ask Which one do you   know the better-   the kids you put to life,   or the stupid digits that you sell?   get the car-keys   get the children   get the gun......      mind your parents   mind your teacher    mind your boss   and mind your job