Stewart I'm not a yid, I'm not a yok, I'm not a spic, I'm not a wap, I'm not a honky, I'm not a coon, If you disagree, you gimme fighting room. My mother was Irish, she called me Mick, My dad was a Scot, but he knew the licks, So I find myself on the edge of a point of view. I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing. I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being. I'm not a queen and I'm not a fag, I'm not a fairy, it's such a drag. Is it really straight? We pontificate, When the way we move's just a twist of fate, Oooh give it a name and we give it a face, Slander my name all over the place, But we're standing around on the edge of a bottomless pit. I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing. I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being. There is a spark inside of you. Well, it's not religious, but that won't do. There is a God for everyone, Well he's not religious, but we still get it wrong. Well I'm no saint, no I got no creed, If I cut myself I will surely bleed. But I find myself there laughing at the wailing wall. I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing. I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being. I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing. I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being. I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing. I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being. I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing. I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being. I am a human, seeing. I am a human, believing. I am a human, just feeling. I am a human, being.