Standard (EADGBE)

 They took me down the grading station

 And they classified me zed

 'Cause of over population

They told me that I would soon be dead

 But I slipped out of the force field

 And hid beneath the monorail

 But the automatic blood hounds

Lord, they're soon hot along my trail

 Now if I had been a scholar

 With computer working hard

 Then my molecular structure

 Would not be on the grader's card

 So, I know that they will get me

 Put my index in the brain

 Then, the atoms of my body

 Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain

 They took me down the grading station

 And they classified me zed

 'Cause of over population

They told me that I would soon be dead