Atlas needs to take a sabbatical
It all adds up, it's mathematical
Ask Einstein or Pythagoras
About the secrets of the universe
A back-rub and some therapy
Martinis under a canopy
That's where old Atlas wants to be
To rest his sore and wounded knee
He's got the weight of the world
He's got the weight of the world

Shot down by a flak-attack of syllables
Textbooks and paper dirigibles
Rolled up and kicked like soccer balls
By marauding new-age know-it-alls
And in the blue corner, Ivan the Terrible
He’s head to head with a latter-day Hannibal
Who’s parading a herd of elephants
Across the Alps for an audience
With none other than his Papal Eminence
He's got the weight of the world
He's got the weight of the world

A, B, C, DNA vitamins
SUV brand new Michelins
TNT, hey that's dynamite
F.U.C.K. go fly a kite
No wiretaps or hidden cameras
To document the sins of the amorous
Or titillate the cells of the curious
In all of us there's some Oedipus
Carry the weight of the world
Carry the weight of the world

Flashbacks and Captain Kangaroo
"Hats Off To Larry" and "Peggy Sue"
Crushed velvet and yellow submarines
Tie dye and gin-soaked barroom queens
And Atlas still feeling beneath it all
Left, by default, holding the ball
It’s designed to be biodegradable
Soon enough we'll all be edible

We are the weight of the world
We are the weight of the world