No one knows where to go So now the path is hard to find The taxman's stealing all our dough And half the world is deaf and blind Oh my No one knows what they're saying Or what they're thinking half the time The people wasting all their hours Because they think they'll be just fine Oh my But there's something that we're here to say A message here if you're inclined The genie's lantern's been rubbed and opened And he's risin' up your spine!