1994 - Loudon Wainwright III

There’s been a brand neew breakthrough

Though they’re not sure what it means

We used to blame our parents

Now we can pin it on our genes

Hey and I’m not talking 501's

I don’t mean no pair of pants

I’m talking about a future

Where nothing’s left to chance

If you’rre dumb, fat, queer, or crazy

No one is to blame

You’ve just been dealt a lousy hand

In the genetic poker game

And if you start killing people

It’s not evil you’re not cruel

It’s just a little goop polluting

Your genetic swimming pool

They can spot the culprit

And magnify it on a screen

Those scientists and doctors

Can pinpoint that nasty genre

And with a little engineering

They can take that wayward train

And they can get it back on track

So you’re smart, straight, thin, and sane

Abandon what is random

Don’t you leave it up to luck

Why not submit yourself to a little

Genetic nip and tuck

Yeah we can put a man upon the moon

And we can conquer inner space

With a little genetic tinkering

We can make a master race

Now back there in the first verse

I sang that nothing is left to chance

We’re locked into a box or a goose step

In life’s dna dance

Now the future is no mystery

Finally you can make plans

Yes It’s your destiny and you won it

Just pray it stays in your hands