All the world is a stage, and the people in it merely players They make their entrances, and they make their exits Some play it right, and some play it wrong So I will be the singer and you will be the song Here's a little song I'd like to sing to you today Strictly for the birds but has a meaning in a way, oh yeah… Listen to the words and you will see that I am right Is it asking much to stop this hate or is that right, alright… All the world is waiting for a sign of love today You can see it if you care to look, you can see it in the way That the world is just a big stage, but the artists play it wrong So I will be the singer and you will be the song The first act of this crazy place is lasting much too long So I will be the singer and you will be the song So I will be the singer and you will be the song Now you've heard the end of it, maybe you can write some wrong The tongue is in the cheek of it, and the cheek is in the song, sing-song All the world is waiting for a sign of love today You can see it if you care to look, you can see it in the way That the world is just a big stage, but the artists play it wrong So I will be the singer and you will be the song The first act of this crazy place is lasting much too long So I will be the singer and you will be the song So I will be the singer and you will be the song So I will be the singer and you will be the song…