Think About It - Flight Of The Conchords

There’s children on the street using guns and knives

They’re taking drugs and each other’s lives

Killing each other with knives and forks

And calling each other names like 'dork'

There’s people on the street getting diseases from monkeys

Yeah, that’s what I said — they’re getting diseases from monkeys

Now there’s junkies with monkey disease

Who’s touching these monkeys, please

Leave these poor sick monkeys alone

They’ve got problems enough as it is

Man’s lying on the street

Some punk’s chopped off his head

I’m the only one who stops

To see if he’s dead

Mmm, turns out he’s dead

And that’s why I’m singing

What… what is wrong with the world today?

What is wrong with the world today?

(Jemaine mumbles)

What… what is wrong with the world today?

You gotta think about it

Think think about it

Good cops been framed and put into a can

All the money that we’re making is going to the man

(What man?

Which man?

Who’s the man?

When’s a man a man?

What makes a man a man?

Am I a man?

Yes, technically I am)

They’re turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers

But what’s the real cost?

Cause the sneakers don’t seem that much cheaper

Why are we still paying so much for sneakers

When you got them made by little slave kids

What are your overheads?

Well, at the end of your life, you’re lucky if you die

Sometimes I wonder why we even try

I saw a man lying on the street half dead

With knives and forks sticking out of his leg

And he said

«Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Can somebody get that knife and fork out of my leg, please?

(Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?)»

And then we break it down

Yeah… ooh-ohh…This is the acapella jams

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh…ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh…

Yeah, yeah…

Yeah-yeah-yaah-aah-ahh-ahh-ahh

Whoah-whoah-oooooooo…

Breakin' it down

Break it down

(Lots of whoahs and weird mouth sounds…)