Tell the rabble to be quiet We anticipate a riot This common crowd Is much too loud
Tell the mob who sing your songs
That they are fools and they are wrong They are a curse They should disperse
Hosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna Heysanna Hosanna Hey J C, J C! You're alright by me Sanna Hosanna, hey Superstar!
Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd? Nothing can be done to stop the shouting If every tongue was still, the noise would still continue The rocks and stones themselves would start to sing