There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout, "strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Calling one and all

There's a hero living at 2401 and all around A family circus in the sun Got his Mothers working While you're having fun Trying to change the system Many things that must be done Where did Moon go? Better call at GTO In the red room

Bright smile dark eyes Now my work is done I feel I'm owed some joy Oh Imogene and Abelard I'm your homeward boy But there's another one Who brings me to your door And the boat she weaved from the tidal reeds