M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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