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