The Harolds Of This World
Composer(s): Jule Styne - Don Black



The Harolds of this world have their feet planted firmly on the ground
So that everyone can fly
The Harolds of this world don't say much that's profound
But somehow they get by
The Harolds of this world won't let you down
Like the Sydneys do
No the Harolds of this world will be there
When you want them to be there
Happy helping everyone
Without all the Harolds nothing would get done

The Harolds of this world may not get to the top of any tree
Or hang trophies on their wall
The Harolds of this world wash the plates, make the tea
and don't complain at all

The Harolds of this world won't set new trends
Or make headline news
But the Harolds of this world, they need love
Just like everyone needs love
Never thought of that before
Could be that the Harolds of this world... need more