Tom: G
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.
