I work for the newspapers
Any news is good news, I always say
But I don't write no daily column
Talk is cheap, and so's my pay
And when my workday's over
I pocket five or ten from the tray
And then I start it up again at five a.m.
I stack 'em up just to throw 'em away
Now lately, I've been thinkin'
What would the world do without the news?
You wouldn't know when wars were started
Or when they ended