I thought it would be a capital idea
To bring the truth to those still blind
But, oh, the words I had to say
I couldn’t find, I couldn’t find.
I thought it would be a smashing thing
To bring light to the hicks below
But, ah, the way to reach these plebes
I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
I like your rhythm and I dig the rhyme
and I hope you write onwards to the end of time