There is a message in what I've got to say to you, all rightOld King Cole was a merry old soul, a merry old soul was heOld King Cole lost all his gold and now he's crying, you seeDon't put your trust in vanity, for it will let you downDon't put your trust in vanity, or you'll be out of groundLike umpty dumpty sat upon a wall, and umpty dumpty had a great fallAnd all of his friends and the money they spent, couldn't get umpty to get a rub inDon't put your trust in vanityDon't put your trust in vanity, for it will let you downDon't put your trust in vanity, for it will let you downCan't help you, it sets you freeAll right, little Miss Mary, you're quite contraryHow does your garden grow, with silver birds and crocker shellsAnd no food at all, a vanity, pure vanityAnd it's spoiling humanityHumanity, a vanityIt's easier for a camel to go to the eye of a * than a rich man to enterIn the kingdom of Mount Zion, oh yesHumanity, a vanityJack and you went up Jack's hillTo rob the dreadlocks of his stillThey dreaded them down, and they broke their crownAnd now they are under the groundSo don't put your trust in vanity, for it will let you downDon't put your trust in vanity, or you'll be out of groundDon't put your trust in silver or goldI'm telling you, my brethren, you'll only lose your soulYou'll lose your soulDon't put your trust in vanity, for it will let you downHumanity, don't put your trust in vanityOr you'll be out of groundHumanity, a vanityA vanity, a vanityAnd it's spoiling humanity