[Verse 1]

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau

Some belonged to strangers and some to folks you know

Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand

To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands

[Chorus]

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop

And an illustrated book about birds

You see a lot up there, but don't be scared

Who needs action when you've got words?

[Verse 2]

When you're finished with the mop, then, you can stop

And look at what you've done

The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen

And the work it took it was fun

[Chorus]

There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop

And an illustrated book about birds

You see a lot up there, but don't be scared

Who needs action when you've got words?

[Verse 3]

The many hands began to scan around for the next plateau

Some said it was Greenland and some said Mexico

Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood

But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could