The minstrel in the gallery   Looked down upon the smiling faces   He met the gazes, observed the spaces   Between the old men's cackle      He brewed a song of love and hatred   Oblique suggestions and he waited   He polarized the pumpkin-eaters   Static-humming, panel-beaters   Freshly day, glowed factory cheaters   Salaried and collar-scrubbing      He titillated men of action   Belly warming, hands still rubbing   On the parts they never mention   He pacified the nappy-suffering   Infant-bleating, one-line jokers   TV documentary makers, overfed and undertakers      Sunday paper, backgammon players   Family-scarred and women-haters   Then he called the band down to the stage   And he looked at all the friends he'd made      The minstrel in the gallery   Looked down upon the smiling faces   He met the gazes, observed the spaces   In-between the old men's cackle      And he brewed a song of love and hatred   Oblique suggestions and he waited   He polarized the pumpkin-eaters   Static-humming, panel-beaters      The minstrel in the gallery   Looked down on the rabbit-run   And he threw away his looking-glass   He saw his face in everyone      He titillated men of action   Belly warming, hands still rubbing   On the parts they never mention   Salaried and collar-scrubbing      He pacified the nappy-suffering   Infant-bleating, one-line jokers   TV documentary makers   Overfed and undertakers      Sunday paper, backgammon players   Family-scarred and women-haters   Then he called the band down to the stage   And he looked at all the friends he'd made      The minstrel in the gallery   Looked down on the rabbit-run   And threw away his looking-glass   He saw his face in everyone      The minstrel in the gallery   Looked down upon the smiling faces      [Incomprehensible]   The minstrel in the gallery