footsteps fall into place
Where Is the joy, to all embrace
slave away the jobs we hate
To be Paid a starving wage

Where’s our Wonderful People
                       Wonderful People
In this world, you could make it a better place—
                        wouldn’t it be nice?

children’s arms fall astray
Where Is the love, we all crave
no one looks up to see
All of Love’s opportunities

There are Wonderful People
                   Wonderful People
In this world, we could make it a happy place—
                   wouldn’t it be nice?