"Evolution or creation / These cruel clever strings I cannot see / Which control this situation / Have made a dancing monkey out of me"
Once I was told the world was waiting for me I think it has given up and gone away Now none adore me and many abhor me They accept my calls but expect me to pay And you might agree it would all seem to be A ridiculous joke in rather poor taste
Whoever is in charge must find me funny A wanderer walking through a world of waste Rooting through the rubble looking for money And able to find less than nothing at all Neither funny nor money but meaningless Humpty Dumpty should confess and take the fall
Some cosmic idea of a prank I guess
Evolution or creation These cruel clever strings I cannot see Which control this situation Have made a dancing monkey out of me