Fellowman

Fellow man, fellow man, sinkin' in the quicksand

Do I love my fellow man? Love him, 'course I do

Are you sinkin' in the quicksand, fellow man?

I know right where you are, I do

I know exactly how you feel, and I'll get back to you

I've got it on my memo pad

Start the children's savings plan

Cross the tires, wash the dog

Get back to fellow man

Fellow man, fellow man, sinkin' in the quicksand

Do I love my fellow man? Love him, sure I do

Are you sinkin' in the quicksand, fellow man?

I'm on my way to lend a hand, but if I am a little late

I'm sure you'll understand (yes, I'm sure you'll understand)

You know how details do pile up

I've got to buy a chiffonier

Frame the Playboy centerfold

And check my scuba gear

Fellow man, fellow man, sinkin' in the quicksand

I've a point, old fellow man, to discuss with you

Should you get out of the quicksand, fellow man?

We must have lunch, we must debate, the moral issue that's involved

And were the scene to be reversed, if you'd reciprocate?

I wouldn't thrash about like that, sir

Uninhibited emotional display is always in poor taste

As you can see, you're only getting yourself deeper in the mire

Try to remember Hemingway, grace under fire

I sympathize, I do, and I speak not only for myself

But for literally thousands of people, regardless of race, creed, or color

When I see you sinking slowly down to your armpits

I feel I ought to plunge right in, and

The only thing that gives me pause is

The Good Samaritan clause in my insurance policy

Specifically forbidding participation in all untrained rescue work

And or impulsive acts of Christian charity

You understand? From the actuarial point of view that is

That's how it's got to be

Fellow man, fellow man, sinking in the quicksand

Do I love my fellow man? Love, indeed, I do

Are you sinking in the quicksand, fellow man?

I won't have time to help you out, but since I know you're up a creek

I'll send a dollar in your name to National Brotherhood Week