Well I think of a time when
everybody was white and
everything was so bright and
we knew what was right and
And there was none of this madness
of people who don’t look like us
Nobody spoke Spanish
People stayed at the back of the bus
And everybody was married
None of this gay pride
People were upright
Except on the West Side
And we were strong and secure
We built a city upon a hill
And people in wheelchairs
Well too bad for them
Zabbity zab zab