And get 'em with the numbers
He is frail and shy and the cast of his mind
As the sacred verbs scrawled in the dust
Get 'em with the numbers
Oh, people awake, awake from your slumber
Awake from your slumber
Was mercurial, was mercurial
And he lay there dreaming and the blossoms fell
They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a ring
And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy
Hey, little man, awake from your slumber
And nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
And get 'em with the numbers
The people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped like candy
Scrawled in the dust on the floor, on the floor
When he was, when he was a boy, he was afraid of the dark
Awake from your slumber
Long live revolution and the spinning wheel
People, people, people, people
And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy
Long live revolution and the spinning wheel
He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin
Awake from your slumber
And a handful of salt and a handful of salt
I had a dream Mr. King, well, beg my pardon
And nature called, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Awake, awake is the mighty appeal
I was trespassing the sacred garden
And get 'em with the numbers
And his mother fasted and prayed as he slept
He was whispering into his God's ear
And the blossoms fell, dropped like candy
And they're climbing, climbing, the burning hair
And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
Let the children be so, let children be so
One, two, three, four hundred thousand million
Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi
I had a dream Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon
Get 'em with the numbers
And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
And the lamplight flickered, flickered
Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like candy
He was afraid of the dark and the lamp burned
Awake from the net where you've been sleeping
And his mother withered like Job
Feel our woes, man of the giving
Rejoin the living, rejoin the living
The children of God with hands full of candy
Get 'em with the numbers
Dreaming of blossoms, they were burning his throat
Get 'em with the numbers
And the untouchables felt like candy
And his mother would fast and pray at his feet
The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed
And the people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
He had eaten flowers, fell burning
Awake little man, awake from your slumber
And the burning flowers from the young girls
Flowers fell burning from the young girls' hair
And Tilak's trumpet proceeded to call
I was trespassing the sacred garden
And get 'em with the numbers
Awake from your slumber, awake from your slumber
Get 'em with the numbers
Gandhi, Gandhi
