Keep going through on/off machines

And McBean kept on going, his machine full of smoke,

till suddenly the Sneetches turned their pockets out, broke.

He packed up and left, the sneech town still a mess

and all those Sneetches who believe themselves to be more or less

Who tried to keep up with machines McBeans used to sell stars

Realized that, whether or not they had one upon thars,

Within this system of money they had efficiently self-destructed

And they withered away on the beaches, sad their lives had been so horribly interrupted.