Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall
Oh, by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small
Oh, by jingo
Painting their faces, dressing in thoughts from the skies
From paradise
They think that we're holding a secretive ball
Would someone invite them?
They're just taller children, that's all
After all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clowns
Oh, by jingo
So hold on to nothing and he won't let you down
Oh, by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
And some sit in silence
They're just taller children, that's all
After all
That's all
After all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred
That we're nobody's children at all
After all
At all
After all
Live your rebirth and do what you will
Oh, by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill
Oh, by jingo