Lyrics:

Jehosaphat the mongrel catJumped off the roof todaySome would say he fell but I could tellHe did himself awayHis eyes weren't bright like they were the nightWe played checkers on the trainGod Bless his soul he was a tootsie rollBut he's a dead cat just the sameChorus:We are living in the futureI'll tell you how IknowI read it in the paperFifteen years agoWe're all driving rocket shipsAnd talking with our mindsAnd wearing turquoise jewelryAnd standing in soup linesWe are standing in soup linesJake the barber's lonely daughterWent down to her daddy's shopShe plugged herself to a barber poleAnd took a little off the topPressure on the left. Pressure on the rightPressure in the middle of the holeI'm goin' to Maine on a forty foot craneI'm gonna use it for a fishin' poleChorusOld Sarah Brown sells tickets downAt the all night picture showWhere they grind out sexAnd they rate it with an XJust to make a young man's pants growNo tops no bottoms just hands and feetScreaming the posters out on the streetStrangling the curious and the weakWe give 'em what they want to see - OChorus