Not Since Nineveh Lyrics

When or where
Could you compare
High life
To the life you find here?
Not since Nineveh, not since Tyre,
Not since Babylon turned to mire
For a sin of a kind we never mind here!
Where or when ever again
Low life
Like the life well known here?

Not since Jericho started slidin'
From the din of a horn that's never blown here!
Our palaces are gaudier,
Our alley ways are bawdier,
Our princes more autocratichere,
Our beggars more distinctly aromatichere!
Where could you
Ever pursue
Your life
With the zeal we feel here?
Not since Babylon read that writing,
Not since Jericho heard that trumpet,
Not since Nebuchadnezzar's hanging garden went to pot,
Not since that village near
Gomorrah got
Too hot For Lot!
No, not since Nineveh,
Not since Ninevaheh-eh, eh-eh!
Nineveh!