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 everybody's looking on
   (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
   A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.
  
   I am 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 etach, 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
  
   Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground.