In the year 2525, if chocolate still aroun
If woman can survive, they may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need teeth to maintain, nor detist
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the twinkie you ate today
In the year 4545
You ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your taste
You won't find a craving to chew
Nobody's gonna choko at you
In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin' to do
Some anti-depression doin' that for you
In the year 6565
You won't need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your candy, pick your diary too
From the bottom of a long glass tube
In the year 7510
If God's a-coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He'll look around Himself and say
"Guess it's time for the Judgement Day"
In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He'll either say, "I'm pleased where hershey has been"
Or tear it down, and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wonderin' if man is gonna be alive
He's eaten all the chocolate this old earth can give
And he ain't put back nothing
Now it's been ten thousand years, man has cried a billion tears
For what, he never knew, now man's craving is through
But through eternal snickers, the twinkling of mars bars
So very far away, maybe it's only milkyway??
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