Targets

Once upon a time musicians used to sing their feelings out loud

So told me my mother, and Morris Albert to the world

But nowadays it’s all about…

 

Targets

Nothing more than targets

Won’t you please just set them?

Or at least some goals…

 

Numbers

Are so easy to be found

Popping up everywhere

Can’t you just pick one?

 

Targets

Give purposes a measure

I wish you’d understand it, girl,

So you’d safely rule again!

 

Targets,

Wo-o-o targets!

Wo-o-o, have some

Or you’d better leave!

 

Targets,

Targets like you’ve never met before

Truthful to those aims you can achieve

Play your part so we can live!