"The Psychic Polka"

If you’re confused and don’t know what to do
Your friendly psychic can give you a clue
You can kiss your hard-earned money adieu
Just flush it down the loo
Then write an I.O.U.

Call the hotline you saw on that show
And in exchange for all your dough
You’ll get a reading
From some dime-store schmo
“Generalizations—Ho!
Just keep ‘em on the phone!”

You’ve met somebody recently OR
There’s disagreement in your family OR
I keep seeing the number three OR MAYBE
Someone’s name starts with a “B”

If you prefer to D.I.Y.
A Ouiji board’s what you should buy
Or maybe tarot cards are worth a try
Let ‘em prophesy
I heard they never lie

Or go in person, face to face
To a phony Gypsy who has a place
In a suburban strip mall
With no free parking space
She’ll channel your Aunt Grace
Maybe levitate a vase...

Get your star-chart from the haggard shrew
Check your horoscope next to Marmaduke
It’s good enough for Nancy Reagan
Then I guess it’s true
It’s probably good enough for you too!

It’s human nature to want to
Know what’s to come
But all this crap’s a little more than dumb
With all our knowledge
Look what we’ve become
A lump of mindless scum
Lazing on our bums...

Take my advice, however low-brow
Let the future happen concentrate on now
The future works itself out anyhow
If you concentrate on now
And not some psychic clown...

Lyrics (c) 2000 by Pink Bob

Copyright 1984-2003 by The Sediments.
Last update: November 23, 2003