Lyrics: I Farm. Sincerely, Robots. Citizen Joey.

In the great Finger Lakes, in the Great White North.
A candidate for city council run forth.
When Joey's elected, the world is perfected.
He doesn't snort coke and he doesn't shoot dope.
If Joey's elected and bee's are infected.
He'll take just one a day to sweep them away.
Down on the Commons where the cops are the rule,
he clucks and he struts and he acts like a fool.
When Joey's elected, the world is perfected.
He doesn't snort coke and he doesn't shoot dope.
If Joey's elected and bee's are infected.
He'll take just one a day to sweep them away.
He just cant sit still, he paces and plods.
He measures the world with his earth shaking bobs.
When Joey's elected, the world is perfected.
He doesn't snort coke and he doesn't shoot dope.
If Joey's elected and bee's are infected.
He'll take just one a day to sweep them away.

[Spoken:]
Um..why didn't you tell me about this...this Candidate Joey who's running in the new election?

All I hear is the guy struts around like a chicken bobbing up and down ya know wearing a shirt
that says I'm on PCP. I think it's because he has ADD

How could you say that?

Well it's the future. We all have ADD. Welcome to Joey's Future.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THAT KID?

When Joey's elected, the world is perfected.
He doesn't snort coke and he doesn't shoot dope.
If Joey's elected and bee's are infected.
He'll take just one a day to sweep them away.
When Joey's elected, the world is perfected.
He doesn't snort coke and he doesn't shoot dope.
If Joey's elected and bee's are infected.
He'll take just one a day to sweep them away