What Can The Matter Be? - The Poppy Family, Terry Jacks, Susan Jacks

His mother told him when he was just young

There are things you can do, but some can’t be done

And you won’t be able to always have fun

'Cause your color is black, some won’t accept that

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Now time moves on, the world moves fast

No time for flowers, no place to grow grass

There’s no fishing hole where he used to go

Just four story factories with pillows of smoke

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

All the bushes have grown from society’s rot

Young ideas keep moving, but the old way’s still taught

Though his mind is his own it seems all that he’s got

He’s six months in jail, for just smoking pot

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Oh dear, what can the matter be?