Human beings are quite astounding
For they’re built just like balloons
You can give them quite a pounding
And they seem to be immune
You kick one in the stomach
He screams out that he’ll die
You kick again, he’s still alive
We dispel his silly lie

Three cuts of veal
Why not make it four?
You say that’s all that you can take
But you can take a little more
The rich keep getting richer
And poorer still the poor
You say that’s all that you can take
But you can take a little more

And the same thing goes for cruel men
And their habits quiet perverse
We marvel at their meanness
Which we think could not be worse
But then to our amazement
Their cruelty grows in size
While they’re laying low the dead
They steal the pennies from their eyes

Three cuts of veal
Why not make it four?
You say that’s all that you can take
But you can take a little more
The rich keep getting richer
And poorer still the poor
You say that’s all that you can take
But you can take a little more

And what of gentle kindness?
Does that not grow as well?
Oh, is there not a Heaven
As well as fiery Hell?
Oh, let’s not be dissemblers
No, let us not deceive
For Hell is every day alive
And Heaven is for the naive

Three cuts of veal
Why not make it four?
You say that’s all that you can take
But you can take a little more
The rich keep getting richer
And poorer still the poor
You say that’s all that you can take
But you can take a little more