Where Do The Children Play

Well I think it's fine

Building jumbo planes

Or taking a ride

On a cosmic train

Switch on a summer

From a slot machine

Yes you can get what you want, if you want

'Cause you can get anything

I know we've come a long way

We're changing day to day

But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads

Over fresh green grass

With your heavy loads

Pumping petrol gas

And you make them long

And you make them tough

And you just go on and on

And it seems you can't get off

I know we've come a long way

We're changing day to day

But tell me, where do the children play?

Crack the sky, scrapers fill the air

But you keep on building higher

'Til there's no more room up there?

(Will you make us laugh?)

Will you make us laugh?

(Will you make us cry?)

Will you make us cry?

(Will you tell us when to live?)

Will you tell us when to live?

(Will you tell us when to die?)

Will you tell us when to die?

I know we've come a long way

We're changing day to day

But tell me, where do the children play?

Tell me, where, where do the children play?

Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes

Or taking a ride on a cosmic train

But where do the children play?

Just tell me (where do the children play?)

Where do the children play?