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
We’re painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies From paradise But they think that we’re holding a secretive ball Won’t someone invite them They’re just taller children, that’s all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown 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 But some sit in silence They’re just older children, 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
Live ’til your rebirth and do what you will Oh by jingo Forget all I’ve said, please bear me no ill Oh by jingo