The World Isn't Fair      -Randy Newman      Karl Marx was a boy   Who took a hard look around   He saw people were starving all over the place   While others were painting the town      Public spirited boy   Became a public spirited man   So he worked very hard and he read everything   And then he came up with a plan      No more exploitation   For worker or his kin   No discrimination   'Cause the color of your skin      No more private property, it would not be allowed   No one could rise too high   No one could sink too low   Or go under completely like some we all know      If Marx were living today   He'd be rolling around in his grave   And if I had him here in my mansion on a hill   I'd tell him a story that would give his old heart a chill   It's something that happened to me      Karl, I recently stumbled   Into a new family   Two little children in school   Where all little children should be      I went to the orientation   All the young mommies were there   Karl, you never have seen such a glorious site   As these beautiful woman on parade for the night   Just like countesses, empresses, movies stars and queens   They'd come there with men much like me   Froggish men, unpleasant to see   Would you give a kiss to one, Karl?   Nary a prince would there be      Karl, the world isn't fair   It isn't, and never will be   They tried out your plan, it brought misery instead   You'd see how it worked, and be glad you were dead   Just like I'm glad I'm living in the land of the free   Where the rich just get richer and the poor you don't ever have to see   It would depress us, Karl   'Cause we care   That the world   Still isn't   Fair.