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 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