Miraculous you call it, babe.|We’ve got warehouses of butter|We cower in our shelters
You ain’t seen nothing yet.|We’ve got oceans of wine|With our hands over our ears.
They’ve got Pepsi in the Andes,|We’ve got famine when we need it|Lloyd-Webber’s awful stuff
They’ve got McDonalds in Tibet.|We’ve got designer crime|Runs for years and years and years.
Yosemite’s been turned into|We’ve got Mercedes|An earthquake hits the theatre,
A golf course for the Japs,|We’ve got Porsche|But the operetta lingers,
And the Dead Sea is alive with rap.|Ferrari and Rolls Royce|Then the piano lid comes down
Between the Tigris and Euphrates|We’ve got choice.|And breaks his fucking fingers…
There’s a leisure centre now,|She said: Meet me|It’s a miracle!
They’ve got all kinds of sports,|In the Garden of Gethsemane, my dear|
They’ve got Bermuda shorts.|The Lord said: Peter, I can see|
They had sex in Pennsylvania,|a house from here.|
A Brazilian grew a tree,|An honest man|
And a doctor in Manhattan|Finally reaped what he had sown,|
Saved a dying man for free.|And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan.|
It’s a miracle, another miracle!|It’s a miracle, another miracle!|
By the grace of God Almighty|By the grace of God Almighty|
And the pressures of the marketplace
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|And the pressures of the marketplace|
The human race has civilized itself.|The human race has civilized itself.|
It’s a miracle!|It’s a miracle!|