What will you be building when you have to go? That is the only thing that I need to know What slip of the hard hand will close the big show And what will you be building when you have to go? There's very few reasons poor people have found To grow any older is to run with the hounds And hounds and poor people make money go 'round And money makes favours and fevers and clowns So I'll write my name on a big piece of paper Yeah, I'll write down my secrets, I'll get me an acre And I'll build me a fortune just to pay for a saviour And I'll empty my pockets at last to my maker What will you be building when you have to go? 'Cause that is the only thing that I need to know What slip of the hard hand will close the big show And what will you be building when you have to go? Oo-oo-ooo-oo-oh