Dull as dirt, You can't assert The kinda light that might persuade A strict dictator to retire Fire the army, Teach the poor origami. The truth is in, The proof is when you hear your heart start asking What's my motivation? And try as you may There is no way To explain the kinda change That'd make an Eskimo renounce fur That'd make a vegetarian barbecue hamster Unless you can trace this about-face to a certain Sign Shine. Make 'em wonder whatcha got. Make 'em wish that they were not On the outside looking bored. Shine. Let it shine before all men. Let em see good works and then Let em glorify the Lord. Out of the shaker and onto the plate, It isn't karma it sure ain't fate That would make a deadhead sell his van That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons Oprah freaks And science geeks A rationale that shall excuse this strange behavior When you let it Shine You will inspire the kind of entire turnaround That would make a bouncer take ballet Even bouncers who are unhappy But out of the glare With nowhere to turn You ain't gonna learn it on "What's my line?" Shine. Make 'em wonder whatcha got. Make 'em wish that they were not On the outside looking bored. Shine. Let it shine before all men. Let em see good works and then Let em glorify the Lord. Shine.