| Humankind has survived some disasters, I’m sure
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| Like locusts and flash floods and flu
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| There’s never a moment when we’ve been secure
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| From the ills that the flesh is heir to
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| If it isn’t a war, it’s some gruesome disease
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| If it isn’t disease, then it’s war
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| But there’s worse still to come, and I’m asking you please
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| How the world’s gonna take any more?
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| In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers
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| One million lawyers, one million lawyers
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| In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers
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| How much can a poor nation stand?
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| The world shook with dread of Atilla the Hun
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| As he conquered with fire and steel
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| And Genghis and Kubla and all of the Kahns
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| Ground a groaning world under the heel
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| Disaster, disaster, so what else is new?
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| We’ve suffered the worst and then some
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| So I’m sorry to tell you, my suffering friends
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| Of the terrible scourge still to come
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| (BREAK:)
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| Oh, a suffering world cries for mercy
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| As far as the eye can see
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| Lawyers around every bend in the road
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| Laywers in every tree
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| Lawyers in restaurants, lawyers in clubs
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| Lawyers behind every door
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| Behind windows and potted plants, shade trees and shrubs
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| Lawyers on pogo sticks, lawyers in politics!
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| In spring there’s tornadoes and rampaging floods
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| In summer it’s heat stroke and draught
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| There’s Ivy League football to ruin the fall
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| It’s a terrible scourge, without doubt
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| There are blizzards to batter the shivering plain
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| There are dust storms that strike, but far worse
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| Is the threat of disaster to shrivel the brain
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| It’s the threat of implacable curse
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| In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers
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| One million lawyers, one million lawyers
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| In ten years we’re gonna have one million lawyers
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| How much can a poor nation stand?
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| How much can a poor nation stand? |