What do I see coming down this street A woman in leather from her head to her feet Chains, zippers, spikes and studs She's a wild woman in her wild duds Holding her hand, I can't believe my eyes A tiny girl 1/3 her size Dressed exactly the same, in every detail Right down to the blood red fingernails You don't have to be a genius To know trouble's comin' round this bend You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know Something is wrong with this picture my friend Turn on the tube what do I see today A well-dressed preacher A cheap toupee A diamond cathedral, gospel choir Tote board numbers climbing higher and higher Congregation filled with pious looks Shaking out their wallets and pocketbooks Trusting he will lead them to the Promised Land Look at that lion stroking those lambs You don't have to be a genius To know trouble's comin' round this bend You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know Something is wrong with this picture my friend Howard Stern and his Private Parts Gangsta rap at the top of the charts Bone thin waifs making millions of dollars Newt Gingrich and his self righteous followers Omar Sharif on the Home Shopping Channel Anita, Clarence, the judiciary panel Jessica Hahn clutching a microphone A.C. Cowlings on a cellular phone You don't have to be a genius You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know Open the paper what do I see My favorite dysfunctional family The queen and the princess smile and wave While their husbands quietly misbehave Windsor Castle is burning down Gossip mills grind it into the ground While the children from the streets of Liverpool Are k**ed by truants skipping school You don't have to be a genius To know trouble's comin' round this bend You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know Something is wrong with this picture my friend