Brotherhood's on the tip of your tongue
The world has just got to be one
It's coming out your nose
It's ringing in the air
It's itching in your bones to go out and share
You know
It don't grow off of' the trees
It don't even blow in with the breeze
And, no, it won't show when you simply sneeze
Somebody's gotta do the deed
Love, indeed, makes the world go round
True enough, it's no excuse for the sound
Of the tokens you hand out; redemption I don't want to keep
To constantly oblige is a price simply too steep
Don't you know
It just don't grow off of' the trees
It don't even blow in with the breeze
And, no, it won't show when you simply sneeze
Somebody's gotta pay the fee
Brotherhood's on the top of your mind
If you can afford it, it's way more than you need
You're fortunate enough to be able to be so kind
But it's getting crowded with you too feeding off the exercise
You gotta realise
It just don't grow off of' the trees
It don't even blow in with the breeze
And, no, it won't show when you simply sneeze
Oh, and yes, somebody's gotta be one
