Many a truest word   has been spoken by the Jester   Standing against the tide   Is the noblest of gestures   It's the little pearls of wisdom   That tumble from the light   That makes us laugh until we cry   Because we know that they are right   Within the strangest people   Truth can find the strangest home   So meet me in the village   Where all we idiots go      Bring on the Clowns   The Jokers and Buffoons   I've had the Time of my Life   And the Life of my Times   In the Company of Fools      I'm wading through the quicksand   In the gardens of the gentry   Blooming vacuity   Leaves mind and pockets empty   In the Social Order   I accept the bottom rung   Until the wine is pouring   And the Lord commands a song   Meet me at the staff door   When the posers all go home   We'll gather with the other Fools   And put on a proper show      So here's to the Poorest Poet   Who always pens the truth   Players Writers and Gypsies   The Minstrels and their tunes   I'd rather live an honest lifetime   With those with nothing to lose   Than waste a night   Knee deep in shite   That's polished slick   To look just right   I'd rather live a lifetime in the   Company of Fools      Within the strangest people   Truth can find the strangest home   So meet me in the village   Where all we idiots go