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.