In our little town in Ohio, there's a little boy who we all know
He makes us smile, he makes us glad, we think good thoughts, can't make him mad
No cars, no lights, no rights to choose
He is our life, he makes the rules
We keep our thoughts as pure as the driven snow or to the cornfield we will go - oh!
It's a good life!
We cannot sing, he hates the sound
He reads our thoughts, than starts to frown
He makes it snow - it's mid-July
We just smile as our crops die
How did it start, when will it end
How long can we all just pretend
Everything is perfect and serene
Is this for real or just a dream - scream!
It's a good life!
He! he's the one, who's undone, everything we have lived for, evermore, slammed the door!
Why, are we weak, we must seek, a way to destroy all his lies, nullify, he must die!
We all agree, it's gone to long
His power grows, he's much too strong
How can we move, we live in fear
He'll find us out when we draw near
We need to act - we need a plan
He must never live to be a man
Think of all the things he then could do
Who'll be the first to make the move - you?
It's a good life!