Well I think it's fine building Jumbo planes,

or taking a ride on a cosmic train,

switch on summer from a slot machine,

yes get what you want to, if you want,

'cause you can get anything.



we're changing day to day,

but tell me, where do the children play.

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass,

for your lorry loads pumping petrol gas,

and you make them long and you make them tough,

but they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.



we're changing day to day,

but tell me where do the children play.

Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air,

but will you keep on building higher 'til there's no more room up there.



Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry,

will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die.

But tell me, where do the children play.