Lyrics
Oh
Please don't make fun of the disableds
There's nothing funny about those
Whether mental in the head or mental in the legs
Doesn't mean their sorrow doesnt show
Oh no, no, no
Please don't make fun of the disableds
Or you might get fired
The ones who cannot walk
The ones who cannot talk even the ones with a knee who feel tired
We all feel tired
Sometimes we all feel tired
Please be kind to the ones with feeble minds
Help the awkward through a door
Hold their hand, if they've got one, understand
You might have to feed the worst ones
Through a straw
Its basically a head on a pillow
(Head on a pillow, head on a pillow)
Ohh please dont make fun of the disableds
There's nothing funny about those
Whether mental in the head or mental in the legs
Doesn't mean their sorrow doesnt show
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no