[Verse 1: David Brent]
Ohhh
Please don't make fun of the disableds
There's nothing funny about those
Whether mental in the head or mental in the legs
Doesn't mean their sorrow doesn't show
Ohh no, no, no
Please don't make fun of the disableds
Or you might get fired
The ones who cannot walk
The ones who cannot talk, even the ones with M-E who feel tired
We all feel tired
Sometimes we all feel tired
Please be kind to the ones with feeble minds
Help the awkward through a door
Hold their hand, if they've got one, understand
You might have to feed the worst ones
Through a straw
It's basically a head on a pillow
(Head on a pillow, head on a pillow)
Ohh please don't make fun of the disableds
There's nothing funny about those
Whether mental in the head or mental in the legs
Doesn't mean their sorrow doesn't show
Ohh no no no
Oh no no no