Reynolds: Song Lyrics and Poems
Notes: words and music
by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1971 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1999.
Too much, too much,
Well it's all too much for me.
Good Lord must have been out of his mind
When he made the creature Man.
The world was doing all right all right,
Till the human race began.
So many things are coming at me,
Don't know what to worry first.
I read the papers every day,
And I don't know what's the worst.
If you were sitting by the wall
When they were giving out the brains,
You could be very well satisfied
With what the President explains.
Kid throws a rock at a window pane
And the law come screaming down,
He bombs a hundred villages,
And they pin the medals on.
They say when a real disaster comes
We'll learn to get along somehow.
We'd better get along a little faster
Cause it's disasterville right now.