On Mount Olympus' lofty height The gods have booked a satellite A teleconference is taking place Has to do with the human race And they said, “Look at these mere mortals The return is so small If they can't make their numbers Oughta shitcan 'em all . . . .” [Greek chorus:] Let's just let 'em go, just let 'em go Let's just let 'em go, let's go — just let 'em [etc.] Now you do not exaggerate What these figures indicate Before our margins disappear Might be time to re-engineer When you look at these mere mortals They never mean any harm It's the heart of their darkness It's part of their charm And besides, when they are gone Who'll be left to carry on? To bow & scrape & never shirk From doin' our daily dirty work [Greek chorus:] Do not let 'em go, no no do not Do not let 'em go, do not — don't let 'em [etc.] No no, do not No no, do not No no — Not . . . yet.