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 
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 a 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