GBring on the CDlowns
GThe Jokers and DBuffoons
GI’ve had the Time of my Life
DAnd the Life of my Time
AIn the CompanDy of Fools

DMany a truest word
Ghas been spokeDn by the Jester
GStanding against the Dtide
AIs the noblest of gestures
Dlittle pearls of wisdom
GThat tumble fromb the light
GCan make us laugDh until we cry
ABecause we know thaDt they are right
AWithin the strangest people
DTruth can find the strangest home
ESo meet me in the village
AWhere all we idiots go (go!)

CHORUS, followed by:

DNa na Gnatineutinee, bna na Gnatineutinee
Dna na Gnatineutinee, bnatineuAtnee Dna (ho!)


I’m wading through the quicksand
In the gardens of the gentry
Blooming vacuity
Leaves mind and pockets empty
Now,In the Social Order
I accept the bottom rung
until the wine is pouring
And the Lord commands a song

So,Meet me at the staff door
When the posers all go home
We’ll gather with the other Fools
And put on a proper show (show!)

CHORUS X2, "na na...", then Bridge:

ASo here’s to the Poorest Poet
DWho always pens the truth
Gan' the Players DWriters,Gypsies an'
AThe Minstrels and thDeir tunes
AI’d rather live an honest lifetime
DWith those with nothing to lose
GThan wasDte a night
GKnee deeDp in shite
GThat’s poDlished slick
GTo look juDst right
DI’d rather live a lifAetime
AIn the CompDany of Fools

BREAK: |D G\f#|G A|X4

Within the strangest people
Truth can find the strangest home
So meet me in the village
where all we idiots go
(all we idiots,all we idiots go)

CHORUS (Acapella)

"Na Na..."

Break Chords (double time)
to fade, with ad lib.