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 till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo


After all, after all