The brothers
and the sisters
And all of
the well wishers
The bastards
and the legitimates too
The slow
ones and the smart ones
And all of those
who own guns
They’re all
waiting for their next cue
The pool
sharks and the owners
And all who
push lawn mowers
The too many
and the too few
The lowly
and the highly
All of those
who follow blindly
They’re all
singing the daily blues
You sing high, you sing low
You carry on, say land ho
You do what you do ‘cause you do
it so well
You try hard, not so much
Some say it’s go, some say it’s touch
You do what you can ‘cause you got
a story to tell
The misters
and the misses
And all the little
kisses
The
spinsters and the bachelors woo
The sinners
and the saints
And the ones
who say they ain’t
They’re all waiting
in the next pew
The slow
dogs and the cool cats
And all the
hungry street rats
They’re all trying
to get a view
The blessed
and the meek
The ones who
seem so sleek
They’re all
singing the daily blues
You sing high, you sing low
You carry on, say land ho
You do what you do ‘cause you do it so well
You try hard, not so much
Some say it’s go, some say it’s touch
You do what you can ‘cause you got a story to tell
