Oh, the shoes that I wear
cost nine cents an hour
Which ain't Norwegian Union scale,
what hell you know up there
They retire when they're twenty,
with a house on a fjord
And when they're out of money,
they just go and get some more
And if you think it through,
you'll find as I found
There just ain't enough pussy
heaven to go around
And if all the Chinese hit
the brakes at one time
The whole goddamn planet
would stop on a dime
The one side would burn up
and the other side would freeze
So if you feel the need to pity someone,
you can pity me
And if you think it through,
you'll find as I found
There just ain't enough pussy
heaven to go round
And the moral to this story is perfectly clear
While one guy walks,
the other sits on daddy's lap and stares
The one cup's made of silver
and the other's made of clay
The rich don't ever seem to know
they're rich anyway.
And if you think it through,
you'll find as I've found,
there just ain't enough pussy
heaven to go round.
And if we all bred ponies
and sailed boats across the sea,
imagine for a minute
what a mess that would be.
Cause who'd drive the garbage trucks
and who'd sing the blues?
And how could guys like me
afford to buy a pair of shoes?
And if you think it through,
you'll find as I found
There just ain't enough pussy
heaven to go around
And if you think it through,
you'll find, as I found
There just ain't enough
pussy heaven to go around