Lets drink to the hard working people,
Lets drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil,
Lets drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier,
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children,
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd,
A swirling mass of gray and black and white
They don't look real to me,
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people,
Lets drink to the uncounted heads
Lets think of the wandering millions,
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay at home voter,
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters,
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I search a faceless crowd,
A swirling mass of gray and black and white
They don't look real to me,
In fact, they look so strange

Lets drink to the hard working people,
Lets think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people,
Sets drink to the salt of the earth

Lets drink to the hard working people,
Lets drink to the salt of the earth
Lets think of the two thousand million,
Lets think of the humble of birth