Many a truest word
Has been spoken by the jester
Standing against the tide
Is the noblest of gestures
Little pearls of wisdom that tumble from the light
Can make us laugh until we cry
Because we know that they are right

Within the strangest people
Truth can find the strangest home.
So meet me in the village
Where all the idiots go.

CHORUS
Bring on the clowns,
The jokers and the fools,
I've had the time of my life
And the life of my time
In the company of fools.

Wading through the quicksand
In the gardens of the gentry,
blooming vacuity
Leaves minds and pockets empty.

Now in the social order
I accept the bottom rung
Until the wine is pouring
And the Lord commands a song.

So meet me at the staff door
When the poseurs all go home 
We'll gather with the other fools
And put on a proper show.

CHORUS
Bring on the clowns,
The jokers and the fools,
I've had the time of my life
And the life of my time
In the company of fools

(repeat)

So here's to the poorest poet
Who always pens the truth
And the players, writers, gypsies,
And the minstrels and their tunes.
I'd rather live an honest lifetime
With those with nothin to lose
Than waste a night
Knee deep in shite
That's polished slick
To look just right
I'd rather live a lifetime
In the company of fools.

Within the strangest people
Truth can find the strangest home.
So meet me in the village
Where all the idiots go.

CHORUS
Bring on the clowns,
The jokers and the fools,
I've had the time of my life
And the life of my time
In the company of fools

(repeat)

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