The berries are bobbing on the rowan tree
The corn is cobbing, in the sweet acre breeze
And I am jobbing like a busy bee
But the parishioners all hold their tissues and sneeze
Oh what, what are we coming to?
What in the world is it coming to?
The flames are fanned, and the Earth's down the pan
And another horse passes on a Japanese fan
There's a statue that's a fallin'
A Greek vase is appallin'
Hiding from Apollo's gaze
Who wanders through the fallow glades
Thinking of him and looking for you
Oh what in the world are we coming to?
And the jumbo in the air is stallin'
In the sirens with long hair are callin'
Take me once, they say, take my cue
What in the world are we coming to?
I hold my breath and count to ten
But I'm afraid to open my mouth again
And if I see pigsties or sheep pens
I close my eyes and count my hens
The farm yard is all accounted true
Yet what in the world is it coming to?
And we all look lost in a maze
The shallow sharks, swim in the misty haze
And jellyfish sting, on the holidays
We all forgot were once sacred
It makes you think it's the end of days
With famine and pestilence and malaise
And summer time screams its short serenades
As the musicians all pack up their parades
What in the world are we coming to?
What in the world is it coming to?
When you hold out your hands
Then bring them together in praise
Some people leave you, and it's the pain that stays
