Someday soon we'll hear the cry of our conscience Youthful indiscretion has been blamed Caught between the broken glass of a promise And integrity too weak to make a frame Make a frame We've eyeballed everything with wishful thinking And midased everyone who could be touched The ass's ears were handed down among us Never has Apollo laughed so much Laughed so much As usual we're too late to pay the piper And anyway there is no tune to call If fancy dress is worn at the finale Who'll come as a mushroom to the ball To the ball