Lyrics Flight of the Conchords

Flight of the Conchords

Think About It

There's children on the street using guns and knives

Taking drugs and each other's lives

Killing each other with knives and forks

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?

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...]