(Lord It’s Hard to Be Happy When You’re Not) Using the Metric System

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(Yardsticks are pathetic) 12 inches per foot 2 pints per quart Why don't we make it easy? The English system of measurement must be laid to history We can use units of 10 and convert with ease Just like all the other countries I am in command yes I am taking a stand From this disease we must be free! (Good God!) You are drunk with your tradition that has no validity While I'm intoxicated with smarts and metrics Come drink a deciliter with me We want metrics, we want them now! We know we can win! I weigh 170 pounds, that's 90 kilograms See metrics can even make you thin (Yardsticks are pathetic) All cool things are in metrics For example, here's just one I got my "nine", well that's 9 millimeters Sounds cooler then my .3 something inches gun! The powerful, if non-existent "they" Will call me communist or call me scum But it's worth it: Canadians will think we're smart At least they'll think we are not as dumb The revolution's here We must overcome at last As we symbolically stick their 12 inch foot up their antiquated ass… guitar! You are drunk with your tradition that has no validity While I'm intoxicated with smarts and metrics Come drink a deciliter with me We want metrics, we want them now! We know we can win! I weigh 170 pounds, that's 90 kilograms See metrics can even make you thin