quiet please, no left turn, a one -way street
Sixty miles an hour, now fifteen,
Punch that clock, don't be late,
get in line, hurry up and wait
Here comes hard luck Joe,
Forget about what you wanted to be
Individualism is a thing of
But you didn't have time,
The wife is sweet, she's never gone
All she wants is a bigger
The kids are nice, all they ask
is their own telephone and TV set
Life says it'll help keep
in the life of Mr. America
Pay your taxes, you better not cheat
Them new computers are hard to beat
Don't forget that premium
But you gotta hold out till you're 65
in the life of Mr. America
in the life of Mr. America.