Everybody knows a little bit.

The time for playing innocence is over,
Ignorance is a road that leads to trouble,
Wisdom is a treasure born in Heaven,
Those who find her have a precious something.

Everybody knows a little bit of something.

Now, everyone's entitled to his own opinion,
Criticism without knowledge,
Much is learned from small beginnings,
Much forgotten, causing folly.

Everybody knows a little bit of something, (everybody knows)
Everybody knows a little bit. (just a little bit, yeah)

Play the blues.

This love I found, is covered in forgiving,
Every day, there's hope for the future,
Before I sing these words out of being, let me take the time to say I love you.

I saw the man stare in silence, (why can't he be honest with who he wants to believe')
"A cry for help" were the words written on the cover of the magazine, and I know what it means. (why can't he be honest with who he wants to believe')

Everybody knows a little bit of something, (everybody knows)
Everybody knows a little bit, (j-j-j-just a....j-j-j-just a little bit)
Everybody knows a little bit of something, (everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody knows)
Everybody knows a little bit.