Charity begins at homes For those too sick Those indisposed Footsteps in the corridor Little Johnny's playing dead They gave the Jack of Hands the key He's free to tread and lift the sheets He'll be dressed in white they said But I don't believe in angels When the good son rises When we hear the birds Little Johnny's curled up and crying Alas a touch disturbed The Jack of Hands is far away He's opening a school They'll offer him a chariot But Jack prefers to walk Dangerous Hush now Hush now Jack is coming Jack is coming Shush now Shush now Like you're sleeping Like you're sleeping He's carrying his special box No one ever asks what's in it No more suffer little children Jack'll fix it Jack'll fix it It's Jack the national treasure Jack's beating on his chest He's flying off to Africa Cause Africa's the best They'll cordon off the airport Because the crowd is vast He'll be home at last Still I don't believe in angels