It's All The Same To The Clam.

God Says To Me With A Kind Of Smile, "hey How Would You Like To Be God Awhile And Steer The World?" . . . . "how Much Do I Get? What Time Is Lunch?" . . . . "gimme Back That Wheel," Says God. "i Don't Think You're Quite Ready Yet."

Ourchestra: So You Haven't Got A Drum, Just Beat Your Belly. So I Haven't Got A Horn-i'll Play My Nose. So We Haven't Any Cymbals- We'll Just Slap Our Hands Together, And Though There May Be Orchestras That Sound A Little Better With Their Fancy Shiny Instruments That Cost An Awful Lot- Hey, We're Making Music Twice As Good By Playing What We've Got!

So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

Pirate Dreams Needles And Pins, Needles And Pins, Sew Me A Sail To Catch Me The Wind. Sew Me A Sail Strong As The Gale, Carpenter, Bring Out Your Hammers And Nails. Hammers And Nails, Hammers And Nails, Build Me A Boat To Go Chasing The Whales. Chasing The Whales, Sailing The Blue Find Me A Captain And Sign Me A Crew. Captain And Crew, Captain And Crew, Take Me, Oh Take Me To Anywhere New.

Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, They're Looking A Little Bit Dull. Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, For The Eagles And Starlings And Gulls Have All Been Complaining They're Tarnished And Worn, They Say They Want New Ones We Cannot Afford. So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.