Poor little hairy kids out on their own

They run to the festival to show that

They were one

They've fallen in love with all human kind

So tell them you love them

So they don't change their mind.



Write us a book of instructions or signs

And if it's been written

Then give us more time

Recite a poem or sing us a song

And tell us you love us

So we don't feel alone.



And it's sad that we weren't born

Like horses and sheep

To know where we're goin', to know

What we need

But you've written the music

So we'll sing along

But tell us you love us

So we don't feel alone



Give the poet a poem and the singer a song

And then tell us you love us

So we don't feel alone.