Let's drink to the hard working people   Let's drink to the lowly of birth   Raise your glass to the good and the evil   Let's drink to the salt of the earth      Say a prayer for the common foot soldier   Spare a thought for his back breaking work   Say a prayer for his wife and his children   Who burn the fires and who still till the earth      When I search a faceless crowd   Swirling mass of grey, black and white   They don't look real to me   In fact they look so strange      Raise your glass to the hard working people   Let's drink to the uncounted head   Let's think of the wavering millions   Who want leaders but get gamblers instead      Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter   His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows   And a parade of gray suited grafters   A choice of cancer or polio      And when I search a faceless crowd   Swirling mass of grey, black and white   They don't look real to me   In fact they look so strange      Let's drink to the hard working people   Let's think of the lowly of birth   Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people   Let's drink to the salt of the earth      Let's drink to the hard working people   Let's drink to the salt of the earth   Let's think of the three thousand million   Let's think of the humble of birth