Dull as dirt
You can´t assert the kind of 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 isn´t a way
To explain the kind of change
That would make an Eskimo renounce fur
That would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster
Unless you can trace this about-face
To a certain sign...

(Chorus:)
Shine
Make ´em wonder what you´ve 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 seeks 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 aren't happy)
But out of the glare
With nowhere to turn
You ain´t gonna learn it on "What´s My Line?"