G                  C
Drowned in paper, strangled in wire,
    G                            D
our civilization is bound to go down,
        G                           C
and the birds and the bees and the bugs will take over,
        G                     D         G
and the old green world goes spinning around.

          G                          C
    Now, some say your world will be ended in fire,
     G                                      D
    some say it`ll be frozen to ice in the heart.
       G                    C
    But I know just how our race will expire,
          G                      D         G
    it`ll be our own doing from being so smart.

       G                     C
    I knew a young girl, so fair and so handsome,
          G                                         D
    her cheeks were so bright and her lips were so red.
             G                     C
    But from typing and filing and taking dictations,
         G                         D           G
    her shape is now known as "stenographer`s breed".

        G                  C
    I knew a young fellow, so full of vigour,
    G                            D
    he took a job with the TV repair.
             G                       C
    Now his power has shortage, his wires are tangled,
         G                          D          G
    he`s got a fat belly, and he`s losing his hair.

            G                           C
    I`ve recorded, I`ve measured, I`ve clicked with a camera,
       G                                         D
    I raised a long sight of this stream-side of life.
           G                      C
    But afraid to jump in, I know all about water,
                G                        D          G
    but don`t know how to swim in the struggle and strife.