Oh, the shoes that I wear
Which ain't Norwegian Union scale,
what hell you know up there
They retire when they're twenty,
And when they're out of money,
they just go and get some more
And if you think it through,
There just ain't enough pussy
And if all the Chinese hit
The one side would burn up
and the other side would freeze
So if you feel the need to pity someone,
And if you think it through,
There just ain't enough pussy
And the moral to this story is perfectly clear
the other sits on daddy's lap and stares
The one cup's made of silver
and the other's made of clay
The rich don't ever seem to know
And if you think it through,
you'll find as I've found,
there just ain't enough pussy
And if we all bred ponies
and sailed boats across the sea,
what a mess that would be.
Cause who'd drive the garbage trucks
and who'd sing the blues?
And how could guys like me
afford to buy a pair of shoes?
And if you think it through,
There just ain't enough pussy
And if you think it through,
pussy heaven to go around
