Little Baby Born

© Music and lyrics by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Little baby born at the end of the twentieth century,
After the Cold War is over and the winner is king,
And we’ve already been to the moon,
And maybe we’re going up to Mars real soon,
And I wish it was the case that you don’t have to worry ’bout a thing.

I don’t know what we’re gonna do.
I can’t believe what the world is coming to.
I’m sorry that we left such a mess for you to clean up
And flow away.

Little kid growing up at the turn of the century,
When almost all the whales are gone and the sun is too bright,
And you can’t go out and play
’Cause the UV light is too strong today
And you could go blind, but if you stay inside it’s all right.


Young man and woman in love in the twenty-first century,
Thinkin’ ’bout whether or not they’re gonna have a kid:
Thinkin’ maybe it’s a good idea
To stop repopulating now and here,
’Cause they don’t want to leave another mess like their parents did.

They don’t know what they’re gonna do.
They see what the world is coming to,
And they’re pointing their fingers at me and you to clean up
Or go away.

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