Now you may have observed, if you walk into a wall,
you get a certain sensation of reality.
When you take a look through your memory book,
you may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity.
The crazy things your mind gets up
to when you're awake.
Throwing clouds of rain,
on the brightest day.
And there was once a little man,
he worked all day, slept all the night.
He looked at the sun, it didn't seem bright,
it didn't seem right.
He wandered, did the world go
a -rolling along on its own?
Or did some spirit move it
with a black cat bone?
And he set out to find
the causes behind
The events in the world and the seasons on
off the mind.
So he asked his wife about it,
and his wife said yes.
Come back and see me if
it's time to know less.
Due to much of questions of
the world at large,
everybody knows the
politician's in charge.
So he went to the king
house just the next day
to see that politician with
his hair dyed gray.
Jump down, turn down,
blow you up or kiss the ground
Trying to be the president of the land,
so gay
He had those false pretenders,
had to love his style
Bound to make some havoc
with that violent smile
Hey,
Salvador
Dali, make a walking, talking something
You paint some freaky pictures,
make the likeness of that man
Muchos dollars if you can
An d so the little man
asked the politician
Who makes the plan,
who makes the plan?
What happens to me,
and who has the key?
Now you are asking me,
who makes the scene?
His
Highness
King
Gold, and
Madame
Silver his
Queen
They keep it all a -rustling with
the dollars and pounds
And everyone knows that money
makes the world go around
An d so the little man asked
King
Gold and
Madam
Silver,
Come, tell me what you can, and
King
Gold said,
Lifting his golden voice from his
golden bed.
Now, money is something, it's a basic flow,
And me,
I am the archetype of jewels and dough
I do a lot of talking, both slow and fast
But me make decisions, no,
of course it's the past
Oh, the past is something
we all have some
Universal history is a bundle of fun
Now I get sleepy, starting to nod
And if you want to check the picture,
want to check the picture
Want to check it, check it with
God
And so the little man
Climbed up on a rickety ladder
To the heavenly lands
And he shed a tear
It's all so queer
And it doesn't seem clear
Now
God was sitting easy in a
heavenly chair,
Breathing deep and lazy
on the heavenly air.
The little man got near him just
to get right from wrong,
Said,
God, are you responsible
for all that goes on?
God looked up from having
a heavenly thing,
He gave that little questioner a heavenly wink,
saying,
Men have colored me with the
colors of their minds, so I find
They use me as an excuse for all kinds of goofs,
and for crimes of all kinds
All your so hard facts,
painted thinly on the void
Why were you not more pleas
antly employed?
Anything you want to do,
I'm happy if you make it go right
And it's true, it makes you happy, oh,
you know it makes the world more bright
And you shall have liberty, liberty
It always was yours anyway
You're one of my kind
You're an infinite mind
You make each new day
There's nothing more
I can't say
The Incredible String Band 
