| D | |
| A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone |
| A mean idea to call my own |
| Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young |
| There's time to teach, point to point |
| Point observation, children carry reservations |
| G | |
| Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, | leaves me cold. |
| F# | A | D | |
| A mean idea to call my own, a | hundred million birds fly |
| D | |
| Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song |
| Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on |
| (Old don't lay so still you're not yet young) |
| G | |
| Standing on the shoulders of giants | leaves me cold |
| F# | A | B | |
| A mean idea to call my own, a | hundred million birds fly | away |
| E B E --> D |
| away... awaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyieeeeeee |
| D | |
| I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice |
| Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young |
| There's time to teach, point to point |
| Point observation, children carry reservations |
| G | |
| Standing on the shoulders of giants, | leaves me cold |
| F# | A | D | |
| A mean idea to call my own, a | hundred million birds | fly away. |
| D | |
| Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground. |