It's the same old riddle, only starting from the middle
 I'd fix it but I don't know how
 Well, we could try to reason, but you might think it treason
 One voice for all, echoing along the hall
 Don't give up on Father Clock
 We can talk about it now

 Come, let me show you how
 To keep the wheels turning, you've got to keep the engine churning
 But did you ever milk a cow?
 I had the chance one day, but I was all dressed up for Sunday
 Everybody, everywhere, do you really care?
 Well then, pick up your heads and walk
 We can talk about it now

 It seems to me we've been holding something
 Underneath our tongues
 I'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back
 It would likely burst your lungs
 Stop me if I should sound kinda down in the mouth
 But I'd rather be burned in Canada than to freeze here in the South

 Moving that eternal plough
 We've got to find a sharper blade, or have a new one made
 Rest awhile and cool your brow
 Don't you see there's no need to slave, the whip is in the grave
 No sulphur, no trance, it's safe now to take a backward glance
 Because the flames have turned to chalk
 We can talk about it now