I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate A poet, a pawn and a king I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing That's life (that's life) that's what people say You're riding high in April Shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that

Give it away now Give it away give it away give it away now What I've got you've got to get it put it in you I can't tell iff I'm a king pin or a pauper What I've got you've got to give it to your mamma What I've got you've got to give it to your pappa

Alright alright Financially, I'm a pauper, But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. I'm not in a position to maintain you, The way that you're accustomed to, Can't take you out to fancy places, Like other fellows that I know can do, I'm only able to

And worship Jesus And we'll all bow down Kings will surrender their crowns He is the Love of God Princes and paupers Sons and daughters Kneel at the throne of grace Losers and winners Saints and sinners

Alright alright Financially, I'm a pauper, But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. I'm not in a position to maintain you, The way that you're accustomed to, Can't take you out to fancy places, Like other fellows that I know can do, I'm only able to

Now, if I was a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything; And if I was a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string. And if I were some jew'lry, baby; Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring. If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told. If I were a

Pauper, pauper Servus et humilis Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum Manducat Dominum Panis Angelicus O res mirabilis!

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo