I guess I've seen everything now.
You sit there packing your big cigars,
And think of deliberately killing an idea
That's made millions of people a little bit happier.
An idea that has brought thousands of
Them here from all over the country.
By bus, by freight and jalopies and on foot!
So they could pass on to each other
Their own simple little experiences.
Why, look, I'm just a mug and I know it.
Why your types are as old as history.
If you can't lay your dirty fingers on a decent idea,
And twist it and squeeze it
And stuff it into your own pocket,
You slap it down! Like dogs!
If you can't eat something you bury it!
Why this is the one worthwhile thing that's come along.
People are finally finding out that
The guy next door isn't the bad egg.
Simple isn't it?
Yet a thing like that has got a chance of spreading
Until it touches every last doggone human being in the world
And you talk about killing it.
Or when this fire dies down,
What's going to be left?
More misery, more hunger and more hate.
And what's to prevent that from starting all over again?
Nobody knows the answer to that one, and certainly not you,
With the slimy bollocks ideas you've got.
The John Doe idea may be the answer though.
It may be the one thing capable of saving this cockeyed world!
Yet you sit back there on your fat hulks
And tell me kill it if you can't use it.
You go ahead and try.
You couldn't do it in a milion years with
All your radio stations and all your power
Because it's bigger than whether I'm a fake,
It's bigger than your ambitions and
It's bigger than all the bracelets and fur coats in the world.