Many, a hand, has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills, shake the many hands
Nothing on the top, but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot, up there, but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
Finished with the mop, then you can stop
And look at what you've done
Plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work, it was fun
Nothing on the top, but a bucket and a mop
With an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot, up there, but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
Many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some say it was Greenland, some say Mexico
Others decided it was nowhere, except for where they stood
Those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
Oooooh...
Oooooh...
Oooooh...
Oooooh...
- Yeah.
- That's Kurt. That's Krist.
- No, no. I'm Kurt.
- No, I'm seeing one. That's Dave too.
- Cover your hair and your eyes, Dave. OK, this is called Oh Me.
- Oh.
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