A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly
Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
Away awaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyieeeeeee
I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground