Zong City

Mr. George H. had it right "Isn't it a pity?" I feel the same where I reside A place I call Zong City I sometimes spend a little time And sometimes way too much I wonder if it is just me I'm really out of touch? Zong City is a little town Whose population booms A place where songs may go to die At least what one assumes In truth, maybe they're long forgotten To never see the light of day Such high hopes I had for my words I feel I've never had my say. But then one asks, how do you fight it? Did you care to feed a Zong? Aren't you way too hypocritic Maybe it's you in the wrong Then I look at Zongs I've busted Sits at a low and shameful three So before I go pointing fingers I turn around and point at me