[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown
Oh, by Jingo
So hold on to nothing, he won't let you down
Oh, by Jingo
[Chorus 2]
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
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown
Oh, by Jingo
So hold on to nothing, he won't let you down
Oh, by Jingo
[Chorus 2]
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
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