Lyrics:

A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man, don't lay so still, you're not yet young, there's time to teach
Point to point, point observation, children carry reservations

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 (Old man, don't lay so still, you're not yet young, there's time to teach)
Everybody's looking on (Point to point, point observation, children carry reservations)

Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly away

Away
Away

I am the king of all I see
My kingdom for a voice
Old man, don't lay so still, you're not yet young, there's time to teach
Point to point, point observation, children carry reservations

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

Away
Away

Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground