Long ago in a dusty village
full of hunger, pain and strife
a man came forth
With a vision of truth
and the way to a better life
He was convinced
He had the answer
and he compelled
People to follow along
but the hunger never vanished
And the man was banished
And the village
dried up and died
At a time when wise men peered
Through brass tubes
toward the sky
the heavens changed
in predictable ways
and one man was able to find
That he had thought
he found the answer
and he was quick
to write his revelation
but as they were scrutinized
in his colleagues eyes
he soon became a mockery
Don't tell me about the answer
'cause then another one
Will come along soon
I don't believe you
have the answer
I've got ideas too
but if you've got enough naivite
and you've got conviction
then the answer
is perfect for you
<Interlude>
An urban sprawl sits
choking on its discharge
overwhelmed by industry
Searching for a modern day
savior from another place
inclined toward charity
Everyone's begging for an answer
Without regard validity
the searching never
ends it goes on and on
and on for eternity
<Interlude>
Don't tell me about the answer
'Cause then another one
Will come along soon
I don't believe you
have the answer
I've got ideas too
but if you've got enough naivite
and you've got conviction
Then the answer
is perfect for you
Then the answer
is perfect for you
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born