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
Sinking in the quicksand
Do I love my fellow man?
Love him, sure I do
Are you sinking 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 chiffoniere,
frame the playboy centerfold,
and check my scuba gear.
Fellow man, fellow man,
sinkin' in the quicksand.
I've a point, oh 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 re ciprocate
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,
an d 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.
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 gotta be.
Fel low man, fellow man,
sinkin' in the quicksand.
Do I love my fellow man?
Love, indeed, I do.
Are you sinkin' 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!