Better do something set the ticking clock
Mother Hubbard's cupboard it won't bear
She don't qualify for corporate welfare
And Little Miss Muffett's curds and whey
There reheated and nothing to say
Cause the world's going to hell in a big ol' handbag
Hey diddle diddle get the fiddle and play
Wish I could have helped a crooked man walking from the mound
Wish he came to me back against the wall
Wish I could have saved the blind mice from the carving knife
But if wishes were horses, beggers would ride
It's raining it pouring the old man is snoring
Can't get out of bed because of agent orange
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put him back together again
And that old woman that lives in the shoe
What's a poor woman like her gonna do
When they do away with social security
She'll probably have to live in a sock on the street
Wish I coulda helped Little Bo Peep's lost sheep
Wish I helped Jack and Jill upon the hill
Wish I'd freed all the black birds from their pie
But if wishes were horses, beggers would ride
Rich little pig he went to the store
And filled up his castle with more and more
And the rich get richer and the poor get poorer
When it's all said and done
That poor little piggy gets none
I wish that life was a fairy tale
Wish it had more reason than rhyme
I wish that all our wishes had wings to fly
But if wishes were horses, beggers would ride
Beggers would ride, beggers would ride
