Dull as dirt you can't assert
The kinda light that might persuade
A strict dictator to retire
Fire the army, teach the poor origami

The truth is in the proof is when
You hear your heart start asking
What's my motivation?

And try as you may, there is no way
To explain the kinda change
That would make an Eskimo renounce fur
That would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster
Unless you can trace this about-face to a certain sign

Shine
Make 'em wonder whatcha got
Make 'em wish that they were not
On the outside looking bored

Shine
Let it shine before all men
Let 'em see good works and then
Let 'em glorify the Lord

Out of the shaker and onto the plate
It isn't karma it sure ain't fate
That would make a deadhead sell his van
That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons

Oprah freaks and science seeks
A rationale that shall excuse this strange behavior

When you let it shine
You will inspire the kind of entire turnaround
That would make a bouncer take ballet
Even bouncers who aren't happy

But out of the glare
With nowhere to turn
You ain't gonna learn it on "What's My Line?"

Shine
Make 'em wonder whatcha got
Make 'em wish that they were not
On the outside looking bored

Shine
Let it shine before all men
Let 'em see good works and then
Let 'em glorify the Lord