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 just one thing

I said, Father Washington, you're all mixed up

Collecting sinners in an old tin cup

Spare a listen for a restless fool

There's something missing when I read your rules

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 help you to get on with the show

But Reverend Ebenezer, there's a storm in my head

Makes me believe what you said just wasn't true

So what am I to do?

(Well, what is he to do?)

Oh, what is there to do?

Whoa, whoa, whoa

...All creatures great and small

All things wise and wonderful

The lord God made them all...

Mary, tell me what I'm living for

'Cause I feel like I'm tossed in the river

Have you a son to deliver?

I say, Father Washington, you're all mixed up

Collecting sinners in an old tin cup

You tell the children what they need to know

But will they listen when it's time to go?

Oh, Sister Robinson, you're all washed up

Collecting teardrops in a paper cup

Can someone tell me what I need to know?

Can someone help me to get on with the show?