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Lyrics:
For the want of a marker, the doctors lost their place.
For the want of a cut-line, they couldn't lift his face.
For the want of a facelift, his ratings dropped.
Then the sitcom folded, then the network flopped.
After the climb,
After time turns designs to despair,
It is good
Nothing's fair.
It's all who you know.
For the want of a cough drop, the musher's throat went hoarse.
For the want of direction, the huskies went off-course.
Then the sled got snowbound. It took some time to free 'em.
Now they're on display inside the British Museum.
After the climb,
After time turns designs to despair,
It is good
Nothing's fair.
It's all who you know.
And after the fall,
After all of our strivings are dust,
Even so,
Good for us.
It's all who you know.
For the want of a compass, we'd be shuffling charts.
For the want of good radar, we'd be glacier parts.
For the want of a lighthouse, can't you see,
We'd be lost at sea, lost at sea.
After the climb,
After time turns designs to despair,
It is good
Nothing's fair.
It's all who you know.
And after the fall,
After all of our strivings are dust,
Even so,
Good for us.
It's all who you know.
By Steve Taylor
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