Editorial

Look at the progress we've made

Get your vitamin quota in your soup ready made

Forget that there's hunger around you

Look at the progress we've seen

Perhaps you should cut down on sugar and cream

You can't button your jacket around you

Overcrowded world, what happens now?

Better pray to your gods and hope that somehow

Far from the shack you call home

They aren't burning the grain that has ripened and grown

'Cause the prices have fallen again

So, eat up your rice, Billy, dear

They're starving in India least that's what I hear

Come on my child, cram it down you

Eat up your rice, Billy, dear

They're starving in India least that's what I hear

Come on, my child, cram it down you

But we are okay in our shiny new car

Look at us now, you can see we've come far

And here I am playing electric guitar

Look at the progress we've made