Lyric 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?
-Well, what has he to do?-
+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,
Cause I feel like I m tossed in the river,
Oh have you a son to deliver.

I said, 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.