"There's No Plan" lyrics

Squint as an ill-fitting wig
Tight as the voice of a prig
Small as a week in a prison
Short as an attention span

Of course, we don't know what we're doing
And there's no plan

Sure as a puffed-up buffoon
High as a weather balloon
Bent as a perfect banana
Stuck with its head in the sand

Of course, we don't know what we're doing
And there's no plan

From giving orders to places far from home
To sharing the fates of Greece and Rome
Failed as an old parachute
Lame as a last also-ran

Of course, we don't know what we're doing
And there's no plan

Squint as an ill-fitting wig
As tight as the voice of a prig
Small as a week in a prison
Short as an attention span
Lame as a last also-ran

Of course, we don't know what we're doing
And there's no plan