Something Is Wrong with This Picture

What do I see coming down this street
A  woman in leather from her head to her feet
Chains,  zippers, spikes and studs
She's a wild woman in her wild duds

Holding her hand, I can't believe my eyes
A  tiny girl 1/3 her size
Dressed  exactly the same, in every detail
Right down to the blood red fingernails

You  don't have to be a genius
To know trouble's comin' round this bend
You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know
Something is wrong with this picture my friend

Turn  on the tube what do I see today
A well-dressed preacher
A cheap toupee
A diamond cathedral, gospel choir
Tote board numbers climbing higher and higher

Congregation filled with pious looks
Shaking out their wallets and pocketbooks
Trusting he will lead them to the Promised Land
Look at that lion stroking those lambs

You don't have to be a genius
To know trouble's comin' round this bend
You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know
Something is wrong with this picture my friend

Howard Stern and his Private Parts
Gangsta rap at the top of the charts
Bone thin waifs making millions of dollars
Newt Gingrich and his self righteous followers
Omar Sharif on the Home Shopping Channel
Anita, Clarence, the judiciary panel
Jessica Hahn clutching a microphone
A.C. Cowlings on a cellular phone

You don't have to be a genius
You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know

Open the paper what do I see
My favorite dysfunctional family
The queen and the princess smile and wave
While their husbands quietly misbehave

Windsor Castle is burning down
Gossip mills grind it into the ground
While the children from the streets of Liverpool
Are killed by truants skipping school

You don't have to be a genius
To know trouble's comin' round this bend
You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know
Something is wrong with this picture my friend