Lyrics: Tim Minchin
Music: Tim Minchin
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water So they say
The subsequent fall was inevitable
They never stood a chance They were written that way
Innocent victims of their story
Like Romeo and Juliet
'Twas written in the stars Before they even met
That love and fate And a touch of stupidity
Would rob them of Their hope of living happily
The endings are often A little bit gory
I wonder why they didn't just Change their story?
We're told we have to do What we're told but surely
Sometimes you have to be A little bit naughty
Just because you find That life's not fair
It doesn't mean that you just have to Grin and bear it
If you always take it on the chin And wear it
Nothing will change
Even if you're little you can do a lot
You mustn't let a little thing Like "little" stop you
If you sit around And let them get on top
You might as well be saying
You think that it's okay
And that's not right
And if it's not right
You have to put it right
In the slip of a bolt There's a tiny revolt
The seed of a war In the creak of a floorboard
A storm can begin With the flap of a wing
The tiniest mitePacks the mightiest sting
Every day
Starts with the tick of the clock
All escapes start With the click of a lock
If you're stuck in your story And want to get out
You don't have to cryYou don't have to shout
'Cause if you're little You can do a lot
You mustn't let a little thing Like "little" stop you
If you sit around And let them get on top
You won't change a thing
Just because you find that Life's not fair
It doesn't mean that you just have to Grin and bear it
If you always take it on the chin And wear it
You might as well be saying You think that it's okay
And that's not right
And if it's not right
You have to put it right
But nobody else is going to Put it right for me
Nobody but me is gonna Change my story
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty