I Don’t Care

I Don’t Care
by John McCutcheon
© 1994 Appalsongs (ASCAP)

Where did it come from, this love of the lurid?
When did reality just get too tame?
From the Washington Post to the Weekly World News
It seems nobody has any shame
But when gossip abounds I have recently found
A remedy when I despair
To this junk that I see I respond with ennui
And say I really don't care
I don't care, I don't care.

Who shot JR? Is Patty Hearst lying? (I don't care!)
Liz Taylor is marrying, Elvis is dying. (I don't care!)
I don't care. No, I don't care
Let the rich and the glamorous ruin their lives
Going through fortunes and treatments and wives
And poor Donald Trump, he just barely survives
I don't care.

Rosanne & Tom, they’ll not be a pair again (I don't care!)
Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan (I don't care!)
Does Michael Jordan gamble on golf? (I don't care!)
Why does Hillary Clinton tick Rush Limbaugh off? (I don't care!)
I don't care (I'm sorry!)
I don’t care
Though the National Enquirer says that it's so
For their lies and distortions they’re paying good dough
There are some things enquiring minds don't need to know
I don't care.

Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie (I don't care!)
Now they tell me that Oprah can wear a size 3 (I don't care!)
There's a piece of John Bobbitt right here on display (I don't care!)
And there's OJ on twenty four hours a day (I don't care!)
I don't care, I don't care
Though your troubles are mounting, you work like a drone
It’s more fun to watch than to live on your own
Do you think Princess Di made those calls on her phone?
I don't care, I don't care
I really, really, really, really, really, really don’t care
It's the same old sad story this whole world around
We build up our heroes wherever they’re found
Then spend the rest of their lives tearing them down
I don't care, I don’t care.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Doing Our Job CD.

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