Bedlamite

Old man Wibble, lush diviner

Duke of Babble, mad soothsayer

Drunken oracle drinks the Liquid Jesus straight from the bottle

Spirituous Sancti, like God full-throttle

Bedlamite seer, fortuneteller croons

"Write your own fable, believe it'll all work out"

"It's gonna be all right

It's gonna be all right, everything will be all right"

"Raise," he says, "Raise a glass

Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity

Our remarkable resilience through calamity"

"Raise," he says, "Raise a glass

Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity

Our remarkable resilience through calamity"

Old man Wibble

Duke of Babble drank straight from the bottle

Danced on the table

Fortuneteller croons, "The world may tipple

The world may wobble"

"Raise your bottle of God full-throttle

The Liquid Jesus, Spirituous Sancti

Write your own fable, believe it'll all work out"

"It's gonna be all right, everything will be all right"

"It's gonna be all right, everything will be all right"

"It's gonna be all right, everything will be all right"

All right

"It's gonna be all right, everything will be all right"

All right

"Raise a glass

Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity

Beautiful delirium

Our remarkable resilience to calamity"

"Raise a glass

Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity

Our remarkable resilience to calamity"

"It's gonna be all right"

All right, all right

"It's gonna be all right"

All right, all right

"It's gonna be all right, everything will be all right"