Feeling so important A flunky by his side But there in the door Stood his friend with two more He captured their attention Drawing pictures in the air Enough for today He shooed them away It might as well be Just a tea boy and me Barely recognized his good friend Swept through the door and down the stairs There's not a lot to look at Now the barn raising is through A hundred feet high Against a crystal clear sky It might as well be Dumbo With a pencil in his hand But Dumbo can fly That's him in the sky It might as well be Just a tea boy and me We work with our hands From the architect's plans Looking through night There's not a on site It might as well be Just a tea boy and me It might as well be Just a tea boy and me