Everything's Ruined

Things worked out better Than we had planned Capital from boy, woman and man We were like ink and paper Numbers on a calculator Knew arithmetic so well Working overtime Completed what was assigned We had to multiply ourselves A bouncing little baby A shiny copper penny And he spent himself Would not listen to us But when he lost his appetite He lost his weight in friends Baby became a fat nickel so fast Then came puberty, exponentially Soon our boy became a million People loved him so And helped him to grow Everyone knew the