(Bachman/Cummings)



The reverend who doesn't exist 'till you need him smiles understandingly

McCartney and Lennon just paid all the bills and made Great Britain free



And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know

How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland

Different patterns that's tall

I like them all



A bunch of young fellows from way down under led a journey that never could be

And NY no longer means New York City 'cause he once said hello to me



And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know

How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland

Different patterns that's tall

I like them all



The colour of skin still beats education

And christmas is a time to sell

And all that we know can soon be forgotten 

Because what we don't know we can't tell



And the Pink Wine Sparkles in the Glass know

How small can the world be as seen through Cleveland

Different patterns that's tall

I like them all.