A Soapbox Opera

i want to tell you something; listen to me, " we must not stand still, i'm trying to say, i'm better than you, i am only what i am" for the night is coming, every man, every woman and child, i hear, only what i want to hear, everybody help me" but, i have to believe in something, have to believe in just one thing. i said father washington, you're all mixed up, collecting sinners in an old tin cup. well, spare a listen for a restless fool, there's something missing when i need your rule. well, hey there; i don't see you as a winner. you tell me you're a holy man, but, although i am just a beginner, if i could tell you what you need to know; if i could tell you to get on with the show. i said, sister washington, you're all washed up, collecting teardrops in a paper cup; i'd rather never leave her, there's a storm in my head, makes me hear what you say; just was it true? so, what have i to do? -well, what has he to do?- +oh, what is there to-oo do+ what oh-oh-ohoh all things wise and wonderful, the lord god made them all" "all creatures great and small, 'cause i feel like i'm tossed in the river, mary, oh tell me what i'm living for, oh' have you a son to deliver. you tell the children what you need to know, i said, father washington, you're all mixed up, collecting sinners in an old tin cup, but, will they listen when it's time to go. oh, sister Robinson, you're all washed up, collecting teardrops in a paper cup, can someone tell me what i need to know, can someone help me to get on with the show