A man down on the corner
carves your name on a grain of rice.
Imagine that,
on a grain of rice,
your name on a grain of rice.
He asked me if I wanted
my name on a grain of rice.
I said, "Hell with the grain.
Can you carve my name
in the sky? Now, that would be nice."
"Then you must meet my brother,"
says he.
"My brother he can fly a plane.
In great big letters
'cross a pale blue sky,
friend you can read your name."
So I ask him what the price is,
the price for such a thing.
"Just a smile if it makes you smile,
or a song if it makes you sing.?
"Se