M. JaggerK. Richards)



Let's drink to the hard working people

Let's drink to the lowly of birth

Raise your glass to the good and the evil

Let's drink to the salt of the earth



Say a prayer for the common foot soldier

Spare a thought for his back breaking work

Say a prayer for his wife and his children

Who burn the fires and who still till the earth



And when I search a faceless crowd

A swirling mass of gray and

Black and white

They don't look real to me

In fact, they look so strange



Raise your glass to the hard working people

Let's drink to the uncounted heads

Let's think of the wavering millions

Who need leaders but get gamblers instead



Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter

His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows

And a parade of the gray suited grafters

A choice of cancer or polio



And when I look in the faceless crowd

A swirling mass of grays and

Black and white

They don't look real to me

Or don't they look so strange



Let's drink to the hard working people

Let's think of the lowly of birth

Spare a thought for the rag taggy people

Let's drink to the salt of the earth



Let's drink to the hard working people

Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the two thousand million

Let's think of the humble of birth