Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket
  Then your skin will start on fire
  One bird in the hand, or two birds in the bush
  Neither do you any good, when you're stuck in the quagmire
  
  Show everyone you're not sure that they're telling he truth
  Then you can be known as the universal cynic too
  
  Benefit your fellow man with good deeds for the day
  And you'll serve your life away
  Pennies saved today are pennies still tomorrow
  Strewn upon the desk, piled up in the paper weight
  
  Show everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth
  Then you'll be known as the universal cynic too
  Wipe your opaque eyes and restore your crystal vision
  Turn another cheek and exalt in your decision
  A bit of exercise for the universal cynic in you
  
  Early to bed, and early to rise
  Precludes you from seeing the most brilliant starry nights
  Sticks and stones can break bones, words can't really hurt
  Unless you carry guns, and are hungry for a fight
  
  Challenging the standards, or questioning the established rules
  Trying to understand how they can benefit you
  Showing everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth
  Just a bit of exercise for the universal cynic in you