(Bachman/Cummings)      The reverend who doesn't exist 'till you need him smiles understandingly   McCartney and Lennon just paid all the bills and made Great Britain free      And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know   How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland   Different patterns that's tall   I like them all      A bunch of young fellows from way down under led a journey that never could be   And NY no longer means New York City 'cause he once said hello to me      And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know   How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland   Different patterns that's tall   I like them all      The colour of skin still beats education   And christmas is a time to sell   And all that we know can soon be forgotten    Because what we don't know we can't tell      And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know   How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland   Different patterns that's tall   I like them all.