"This piece was written to be sung by someone with a big bass voice
accompanied by a choir and a forty piece orchestra.
Unfortunately I have no voice, no choir and only foru in my orchestra.
Never mind, lets try it"

Once there was an awful lot of nothing, just nothing
No sun, no moon, no stars, no earth, no nothing, no nothing
Then the great architect he planned and he planned
And he gathered it together in the palm of his hand
And a whole lot of nothing was turned into something
The sea, and the sky, and the land
It was just as he meant it to be
So he said to himself, said he

I need the birds for the air
And the beasts for the fields
And the fishes to swim in the sea

The jellyfish, the cuttlefish, the lobster, and the whale
The salmon and the sturgeon and the whiting
Big fish with tentacles and stings in the tail
And little fish with neon lighting

The raven and the wren, and the little red hen
And the cheeky little London sparrow
The ostrich and the owl and the skinny guinea fowl
And the robin that was shot with an arrow
And of course
The horse
Of course

The elephant, the buffalo, the badger and the beaver
The camel with the look so refined
The pekinese, the poodle-dog, the spaniel, the retriever
The monkey with the little blue behind
And they all lived together in perfect peace of mind

He saw that ev'rything was 'cording to the plan
But in no time at all the trouble all began
With that complicated, overrated, good-for-nothing creature
That is known as man

Black man, white man, red man, yellow man
Every man a-fightin' and a'-feudin' with his fellow man
Nobody satisfied with his lot
Everybody wantin' what he hasn't got

Russians, Prussians, Japanese, Chinese
Negroes, Dagoes, Yankees, Limeys
Each one pullin' down his neighbours' fence
That sort of thing just don't make sense

'Cause some got brains, some got sinew
That's the way that the world was planned
Some get so that they can't continue
All they need is a helping hand

But one wants one, t'other wants t'other
Pa 'gainst son and brother 'gainst brother
Nobody knows what he's shoutin' for
Ev'rybody's shoutin' for more and more and more
And more
And more
What for

Why don't they realise that once there was an awful lot of nothing
Just nothing.
