The Joke

There’s too many objections
And not enough correction,
There’s too much of the old way,
We’re sitting on a new day.

Na, na, na,
Na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na, na.

There’s too many schemers
And not enough dreamers,
There’s too many bad blues
And not enough good news.

Na, na, na,
Na, na, na,

That’s what the joke is,
That’s what the joke’s made of,
That’s what the joke is,
That’s what the joke’s made of,
Yes that’s what the joke’s made of.

There’s too many confusions
And not enough solutions,
The world’s disappearing
But nobody’s caring.

Na, na, na,
Na, na, na,

That’s what the joke is,
That’s what the joke’s made of,
That’s what the joke is,
That’s what the joke’s made of,
Yes that’s what the joke’s made of.

You say not to worry,
Just sit back and wait,
You say ‘What’s the hurry?’
I say ‘It’s too late.’
Too late, it’s too late.

That’s what the joke is,
That’s what the joke’s made of,
That’s what the joke is,
That’s what the joke’s made of,
Yes that’s what the joke’s made of.

(That’s what the joke is),
That’s what the joke’s made of,
(That’s what the joke is),
That’s what the joke is!