Many a hand scaled the grand old face of the plateau   Some belonged to strangers and some to folks you know   Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand   To beautify the foothills, shake the many hands      Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop   And an illustrated book about birds   See a lot up there but don't be scared   Who needs action when you got words?      When you've finished with the mop   Then you can stop and look at what you've done   The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen   And the work, it was fun      Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop   And an illustrated book about birds   See a lot up there but don't be scared   Who needs action when you got words?      Many a hands began to scan around for the next plateau   Some say it was Greenland and some say Mexico   Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood   Those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could