We're all little people Itty bitty people, that's right But we forget from time to time You think you're growing tall But your growth is being stunted Hallucinated dreams got you feelin' like you're somethin' But this ain't your ball game and that ain't your voice Hold your breath and count to a hundred You'll see the limitation of which the body can't break free Skin scratching junky of free choice Stop you right there, okay You may have a lot to say But don't it feel good to let the great be great And the small me small Won't you kiss heaven for me, baby Steal a cup of sugar from the angels Maybe a rendezvous with me and you On the throne of the sky But then again that seems a little crazy When you view it from my angle Here's the bitter truth that I've come to for you and I We're all little people, itty bitty people, that's right But we forget from time to time You say, grab hold of your broken soul Give me all your money and I'll make it whole My crystal ball is a wee bit old But I still know what to do Wait there and I'll make a list Saying don't do that and, honey, don't do this It ain't no thing, just a great big gift With which I will control you