Greetings, greetings!
When I was seven years old my father used to take me to the circus. He had a black mustache and a great vast and a pansy in his lapel and he liked the circus better than I did. But there was one thing at the circus that happened that I always used to wait for. I don't wanna impose on you, this isn't like the ''Sing Along with Mitch''. But there was one moment when a man would stand up and he would say: "Would everybody light a match, so he can locate one another?" Ok. Could I ask you, each person, to light a match, so I can see where you all are? Could each of you light a match, so you sparkle like fireflies each at your different heights? I would love to see those matches flare
Oh yeah. Oh yeah
Now I know, I know that you know why you're lightin' them. Yeah. Thank you
A lot of people without matches
Oh it's good to be here alone in front of six hundred thousand people
It's a large nation but it's still weak. Still very weak
Needs to get a lot stronger before I can claim a right to land