Bless my cotton socks, I'm in the news The king sits on his face, buttons all askew Now we're all wrapped up the same We're all wrapped up the same They can't have it You can't have it I can't have it too Until I learn to accept my reward Princes stand in queues they stand accused Death in solitude like Howard Hughes Now we're all wrapped up the same We're all wrapped up the same Silence has it Arrogance has it I can have it too Until I learn to accept my reward When now suddenly it struck me very clear Suddenly it struck me very clean That we're all wrapped up the same We're all wrapped up the same They can't have it You can't have it I can't have it too Until I learn to accept my reward Until I learn to accept my reward Until I learn to accept my reward Until I learn to accept my I learn to accept my I learn to accept my reward