The people that you meet When you walk down the street Turn their eyes away And hurry by on trembling feet Confusion takes a pill Paranoia takes a shot As helpless as a new idea You don’t know what you got But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby The box is full of dope tales Deaf old maids sing out of tune Blind men argue what they see Bob Hope is on the moon Animals are news Pigs and doves and hawks alike For the first time in your life You know your left from your right But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Here goes Now Jesus is a hit on Top 40 radio But if the drake chews bubblegum Then the duck will steal the show And the Motor City’s old clichés Are pounding at your brain Finders, keepers, pay to the piper It’s driving you insane But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Santa Claus can’t make it On account of the smog His reindeer are on strike And Rudolph got a nose job Huck Finn was run down on Highway 66 And to make things worse The people tell you how to get y’all’s tricks But no need to cry, my baby No need to cry ’Cause pop will still be singing you A ducky lullaby Well sing it