From the smallest ant to the tallest tree
Everything has something in common with me
The baby ant starts as a gleam in the daddy ant eyes
And all the ants they are going to die
The tall tree only got tall by chance
Successfully competing with the other plants
Taking little plants' water and little plants' light
Avoiding the forest fires, the beetles and the chainsaw bite
We're all line dancing in a furnace of s** and misfortune
And the fires are scorching, but if we keep dancing we will survive
We're all romancing just as much as is romantically possible
As much as it costs it will all be worth it at the end of the night when we're still alive
Look at the little baby with its little baby hands and eyes
Looking at the world with little baby surprise
Looking like a little baby you and me
Yet another little miracle of genetic potpourri
When the little baby plays in his little baby box of sand
Will he crush the little ants with his little hands
Will a lightning storm bring the tall tree crashing down
On the little sandbox and when it does, will there be a little sound
If there's no-one around?
Keep dancing, dancers and keep romancing, romancers
I told you before, in a different song: that's all you can do.