When you get what you want in your struggle for
pelf, And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself, And
see what that guy has to say.
For it isn't
your Father, or Mother, or Wife, Who judgement
upon you must pass. The feller whose verdict
counts most in your life Is the guy staring back
from the glass.
He's the feller to please,
never mind all the rest, For he's with you clear
up to the end, And you've passed your most
dangerous, difficult test If the guy in the glass
is your friend.
You may be like Jack Horner
and "chisel" a plum, And think you're a wonderful
guy, But the man in the glass says you're only a
bum If you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world down the pathway of
years, And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the guy in the glass.