Isn’t it strange how princesses and kings
Can clown their capers in a sawdust ring,
Just like poor people like you and me will be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.

Each must make his life as flowing ink
Tumbling black on a stepping stone,
Just like poor people like you and me will be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.

Look where the rain is falling from the sky
I know the sun will be only missing for a while
And I say small people like you and me will be builders for eternity
Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.

Written by Barry Llewellyn and Harry Johnson