Fathers they have big hands and they pat gently on your head
Mothers always make sure everyone is happy and well fed
And everything is instant, no one has to wait too long
And Lennon never has to sing a Paul McCartney song
We’re living here in Joytown, the City of the Sun
And everyone loves everyone loves every single one
No one sells his roommate’s stuff so he can get a fix
And no one fears the darkness, no one fears the number six
Everyone talks openly of great things they have read
And no one ever says the things that are better left unsaid
And everyone has someone they can share their sadness with
No one leaves the slightest doubt, no one takes the fifth
Jesus and Muhammed and Buddha live in town
Zoraster and Ba’h’aula and Moses hangs around
And when they get together they are quite a noisy crew
They laugh about their legacies over cigarettes and brew
Senator McCarthy enjoys a book by Marx
And people tear down parking lots
So they can build more parks
And Jimi plays the perfect note that never seems to end
And Martin Luther King has got a blond white girlfriend
We’re singing here in Joytown
Won’t you come and sing along?
We’ll never tell you that you ain’t singing the right notes
Never tell you that you’re wrong