Let's drink to the hard working people
  Let's drink to the lowly of birth
  Raise your glass to the good and the evil
  Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
  Spare a thought for his back breaking work
  Say a prayer for his wife and his children
  Who burn the fires and who still till the earth
    And when I search a faceless crowd
  A swirling mass of gray and
  Black and white
  They don't look real to me
  In fact, they look so strange
    Raise your glass to the hard working people
  Let's drink to the uncounted heads
  Let's think of the wavering millions
  Who need leaders but get gamblers instead
    Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
  His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
  And a parade of the gray suited grafters
  A choice of cancer or polio
    And when I look in the faceless crowd
  A swirling mass of grays and
  Black and white
  They don't look real to me
  Or don't they look so strange
    Let's drink to the hard working people
  Let's think of the lowly of birth
  Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
  Let's drink to the salt of the earth
    Let's drink to the hard working people
  Let's drink to the salt of the earth
  Let's drink to the two thousand million
  Let's think of the humble of birth