A Soapbox Opera

«; I want to tell you something;
Listen to me,
I’m trying to say, I’m better than you,
I am only what I am»;

«; We must not stand still,
For the night is coming,
Every man, every woman and child,
Everybody help me»;

I hear, only what I want to hear,
But, I have to believe in something,
Have to believe in just one thing.
I said Father Washington, you’re all mixed up,
Collecting sinners in an old tin cup.
Well, spare a listen for a restless fool,
There’s something missing when I need your rule.

Well ,hey there;
You tell me you’re a holy man, But, although I am just a
beginner,
I don’t see you as a winner.
I said, Sister Robinson, you’re all washed up,
Collecting teardrops in a paper cup;
If I could tell you what you need to know;
If I could tell you to get on with the show.

I’d rather never leave her,
There’s a storm in my head,
Makes me hear what you say;
Just was it true?
So, what have I to do?
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Well, what has he to do?-
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Oh, what is there to-oo do+
What oh-oh-ohoh

«;
All creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful, the lord god made them all»;

Mary, oh tell me what I’m living for,