Too Many People oh nos

Too many white people
Too many black people
Too many Puerto Ricans
Too many quiet Mexicans
Who hold up the line
Because they no speaky da d’anglais
Too many orange men
Too many green men
Too many locals
Too many aliens

Too many musicians
Making music with computers
And never picking up a guitar
Or anything having to do with-----------
The hands
Too many artists
Dada da Dali, Hieronymus
Mon-mon-mondrian

Too many toolmen
Fixing my TeeVee, fixing my gin
Squeak, squeak, squiggle, squeak
It’s off to work we am
Too many man-in-suits
Talky talky on the telephone-y
Call the presses, call in all favors
WHAT CAN I DO TO SELL YOU-------
Etcetera ad nauseum

Too many fat men
Too many small men
Too many wo-man
Whoa man

Too many people