For the want of a marker

the doctors lost their place

For the want of a cut-line

they couldn't lift his face

For the want of a facelift

his ratings dropped

Then the sitcom folded

then the network flopped

after the climb

after time turns designs to despair

it is good

nothing's fair

it's all who you know



For the want of a cough drop

the musher's throat went hoarse

For the want of direction

the huskies went off course

Then the sled got snowbound

it took some time to free `em

Now they're on display

inside the British Museum



after the climb

after time turns designs to despair

it is good

nothing's fair

it's all who you know



and after the fall

after all of our strivings are dust

even so

good for us

it's all who you know



For the want of a compass

we'd be shuffling charts

For the want of good radar

we'd be glacier parts

For the want of a lighthouse

can't you see

we'd be lost at sea

lost at sea