Praise for Whatever
It's such a convoluted hour
To play amongst the flowers
When we're counting all the missiles
down from three to one to none
And in a world of extremities
We all are accessories
So let the dancers inherit the party
Now here comes the big prize
And here comes my reward
Yeah here comes the big prize
And here comes my reward
Today we will just lay here for a little while
It's a comedy of errors
Between the knights and all the terrors
We've added all the numbers up and we're ready to go
And in a world made of allegories
Tell me what are you supposed to be
Oh let the dancers inherit the party
Oh here comes the big prize
And here comes my reward
Oh here comes the big prize
And here comes my reward
Yeah here comes the big prize
And here comes my reward
Oh here comes the big prize
And here comes my reward
Today we will just lay here for a little while
Here comes the prize
Here comes the reward
Here comes the prize
Here comes the prize
Here comes the reward
Here comes, here comes the big hand
Here comes the prize
Here comes the reward
Here comes the prize
Here comes the prize
Here comes the reward
Here comes, here comes the big hand
Here comes the prize
Here comes the reward
Here comes the prize
Here comes the prize
Here comes the reward
Here comes the prize
Here comes the prize
Here comes the reward
Here comes, here comes the big hand
Autor(es): Jan Scott Wilkinson, Neil Hamilton Wilkinson, Abigail Helen Fry, Martin Richard Noble, Matthew James Wood, Phillip Harry Sumner
