There's a little boy on my street, his name is Johnny,
And all the other little boys like to tell him that he looks funny,
So they laugh at him and he cries, but what has he done that they hate'
And to them it's just a game 'cause they can't feel the pain,
Well now, they're not overweight.

Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'
Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'

All she ever wanted was to go on a date,
She dreamed of the fun she thought that it would be staying out late,
But tonight she's alone,
Sixteen year old mother to be,
Her boyfriend said, "Goodbye - children, they just aren't for me."

Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'
Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'
Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'

So, we point at them and laugh, and we make another joke,
And we're never giving love to the ones that need it most,
We point at them and laugh, and we make another joke,
Never giving love to the ones that need it most.

If cruelty is what makes your day and if pain is the name of the game, then I don't want to play.

Well, another year's gone by and he's eighty-five years old today,
He's short and weak, and his eyes don't work that well anymore, and his hair's turned to grey,
But even all of that isn't what keeps the smile from his face,
It's the way that the younger ones always try and tell him that he doesn't even fit in this human race.

Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'
Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'
Oh, tell me, why does the world have to be so unfair'
Oh, tell me why,
Tell me why,
Tell me why,
Tell me why,
Tell me why,
Tell me why,
Tell me why,
Tell me why,
Tell me why.