Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall   you get a certain sensation of reality   when you take a look through your memory book   you may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity   the crazy things your mind gets up to when you're away   throwing clouds of rain over brightest day      there was once a little man   he worked all day and slept all night   he looked at the sun   it didn't seem bright, it didn't seen right   he wondered did the world go rolling along on its own   or did some spirit move it with a black cat bone   and he set out to find the causes behind   the events in the world   and the seasons of the mind      so he asked his wife about it, and his wife said yes   come back and see me if it's time to know less   you do too much aquestioning of the world at large   everybody knows the politician's in charge      so he went to the Kinghouse just the next day   to see that politician with his hair dyed grey   jump down turn around blow you up or kiss the ground   trying to be the president of the land so gay   he had false pretendies, I had to love his style   bound to make some havoc with that violin smile   hey, Salvador Dali, make a walking talking something   you paint some freaky pictures, make a likeness of that man   muchos dollars if you can      so the little man asked the politician who makes the plan   who makes the plan, what happens to me   and who has the key      now you are asking me who makes the scene   his highness King Gold and Madam Silver his queen   they keep it all arustling with the dollars and pounds   and everyone knows that money makes the world go round      so the little man asked King Gold and Madam Silver   come tell me what you can   and King Gold said, lifting his golden voice from his golden bed      now money is something, it's a basic flow   and me I am the archetype of jewels and dough   I do a lot of talking both slow and fast   but me make decisions, no of course it's the past   for the past is something, we all have some   and universal history is a bundle of fun   now I'm getting sleepy, starting to nod   if you want to check the picture, want to check the picture   want to check it, check it with God      so the little man climbed up on a rickety ladder, to the heavenly lands   and he shed a tear, 'it's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear'      now God was sitting easy in a heavenly chair   breathing deep and lazy on the heavenly air   the little man got near him just to get right from wrong   said 'God are you responsible for all that goes on'   God looked up from having a heavenly think   he gave that little questioner a heavenly wink, saying      'men have coloured me with the colours of their minds   so I find   they used me as an excuse for all kinds of goofs   and for crimes of all kinds   all your so hard facts painted thinly on the void   why were you not more pleasantly employed   anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go right   and it's true if it makes you happy you know it makes the    world more bright   and you shall have liberty   it always was yours anyway   you're one of my kind, you're an infinite mind   you make each new day   there's nothing more I can say'