Let's drink to the hard working people 
Let's drink to the lowly of birth 
Raise your glass to the good and the evil 
Let's drink to the salt of the earth 
Say a prayer for the common foot soldier 
Spare a thought for his back breaking work 
Say a prayer for his wife and his children 
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth 
And when I search a faceless crowd 
A swirling mass of gray and 
Black and white 
They don't look real to me 
In fact, they look so strange 
Raise your glass to the hard working people 
Let's drink to the uncounted heads 
Let's think of the wavering millions 
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead 
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter 
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows 
And a parade of the gray suited grafters 
A choice of cancer or polio 
And when I look in the faceless crowd 
A swirling mass of grays and 
Black and white 
They don't look real to me 
Or don't they look so strange 
Let's drink to the hard working people 
Let's think of the lowly of birth 
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people 
Let's drink to the salt of the earth 
Let's drink to the hard working people 
Let's drink to the salt of the earth 
Let's drink to the two thousand million 
Let's think of the humble of birth