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