The Real World

The Real World

Dollars grow in gardens and the billygoats won’t eat ‘em
You can’t give away a Band-Aid cause don’t nobody need ‘em
A pastel-painted paradise as far as eyes can see
If it wasn’t for the real world, how good would this world be?

If it wasn’t for the real world always being in the way
We’d have all the time we’d need for the memories we wanna make
We wouldn’t want for nothing, ‘cause we’d have everything we need
If it wasn’t for the real world, how good would this world be?

Ain’t no need to crank the tractor, cause the hay rows cut and baled
Cars all run on lemonade, and hammers swing themselves
We’d get paid to sit all day and listen to the creek
If it wasn’t for the real world, how good would this world be?

If it wasn’t for the real world always being in the way
We’d have all the time we’d need for the memories we wanna make
We wouldn’t want for nothing, ‘cause we’d have everything we need
If it wasn’t for the real world, how good would this world be?

And I know it might sound crazy, but a man can always dream
If it wasn’t for the real world, how good would this world be?