You could be a neurosurgeon messing with my head
A steeplejack or tightrope walker, doctor or a vet
A trainee burger flipper so proud of your McJob
A fire and brimstone preacher shooting off your gob
All you need is patience, all you need is time
All you need is conscience to get a feel for the Grand Design
You could be a swearing vicar – spread the Dirty Word
A parliamentary spittle licker, cool high–flying bird
There’ll always be accountants, working girls and tricks
Midwives, undertakers, dustmen, cops and private dicks
All you need is finance, all you need is faith
All you need is science to keep you sound and safe
You get all you need tomorrow
You get all you need today
You get all you need to drown your sorrows
All you need to scare your blues away
If love could grab the headlines and love take the chair
If love could meet the deadlines and love could clear the air
If love could smash the system and love take the lead
Then love is all you need is all you need
Love is all you need is all you need...
All you need is courage, all you need is nerve
All you need is knowledge, initiative and verve
All you need is patience, all you need is time
All you need is conscience to get a feel for the Grand Design
All you need is finance, all you need is faith
All you need is science to keep you sound and safe
I once read some traitorous wretch berating John Lennon for the naivity of his proposition "All You Need Is Love". It got me wondering what else you might need. When my first child was born I got into a classic parental daydream about what she might do when she grew up, only being me I probably considered a wider number of professions than most parents would - some of which weren't all that palatable - not that it's really any of my business...