G D Bring on the ClownsG D The Jokers and BuffoonsG I’ve had the Time of my LifeD And the Life of my TimeA D In the Company of FoolsD Many a truest wordG D has been spoken by the JesterG D Standing against the tideA Is the noblest of gesturesD little pearls of wisdomG Bm That tumble from the lightG D Can make us laugh until we cryA D Because we know that they are rightA Within the strangest peopleD Truth can find the strangest homeE So meet me in the villageA Where all we idiots go (go!)D G Bm G R: Na na natineutinee, na na natineutineeD G Bm A D na na natineutinee, natineutnee na (ho!) I’m wading through the quicksand In the gardens of the gentry Blooming vacuity Leaves mind and pockets empty Now,In the Social Order I accept the bottom rung until the wine is pouring And the Lord commands a song So,Meet me at the staff door When the posers all go home We’ll gather with the other Fools And put on a proper show (show!) R: Na na natineutinee... (2x)A So here’s to the Poorest PoetD Who always pens the truthG D an' the Players Writers,Gypsies an'A D The Minstrels and their tunesA I’d rather live an honest lifetimeD With those with nothing to loseG D Than waste a nightG D Knee deep in shiteG D That’s polished slickG D To look just rightD A I’d rather live a lifetimeA D In the Company of Fools Within the strangest people Truth can find the strangest home So meet me in the village where all we idiots go (all we idiots,all we idiots go) R: Na na natineutinee...