For the Chillun'
You take the time to worry 'bout the chillun' of the world --
The hundred million little girls and boys who never worry.
It makes you feel so good -- you were glad to be a winner
And dicuss it over dinner -- yes, you did all that you could for the chillun'.
Yes, you gave another year, lent a sympathetic ear, for the chillun'.
What more is there to do to put an end to all the crying?
How long must you keep supplying, always coming to the rescue?
They're clinging to the vine as you stretch your arm out,
As you continue to farm out of your comfortable clime for the chillun'.
Yes, you gave another year, lent a sympathetic ear, for the chillun'.
Why are you feeling torn between helping and forgetting?
Is it the help that they're not getting? And another chile is born.
You're finding that you're stuck on the same old line of reasoning.
It's not the substance but the seasoning that is weighing down your truck for the chillun'.