M. Jagger/K. 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.