The Little Guy by Scott Stoddart


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A big blue ball floats through space
On it lives the human race
You’d think they’d realise something was wrong
When the magnificent polar bear was almost gone
But businessmen only care about the dollar and the pound
Not if their children’s children will still be around
What can we do, you and I, the little guy
Just complain quietly and wait to die
A big blue ball floats through space
On it once lived the human race