There's no charity in you

And that surprises me

I guess I thought you were a golden idol

'Cause I called you majesty

On the balustrade

You watched me hunt for tips I was obliged to pick up

From the passing trade



CHORUS:

Hey, kids--look at this

It's the fall of the world's own optimist

I could get back up if you insist

But you'll have to ask politely

'Cause the eggshells I've been treading

Couldn't spare me a beheading

And I'll know I had it coming

From a Caesar who was only slumming

Hey, kids--look at this

It's the fall of the world's own optimist



Well, I could have objections

Which you could override

But what's the point--we're only flogging the horse

When the horseman has up and died

Once I testified

And swore I'd never leave a stone unturned--

I bet you're really glad that I lied



CHORUS



Hey, kids--look at this

It's the fall of the world's own optimist

I could get back up if you insist

But you'll have to ask politely

Yes, you'll have to ask politely

Yes, you'll have to ask