Consider not my little worth,—
The mean achievement, scamped in act,
The high resolve and low result,
The dream that durst not face the fact.

But count the reach of my desire.
Let this be something in Thy sight:—
I have not, in the slothful dark,
Forgot the Vision and the Height.

Neither my body nor my soul
To earth's low ease will yield consent.
I praise Thee for my will to strive.
I bless Thy goad of discontent.

Just think of having not a thing
On earth to busy hand or brain.
I know not of a sharper sting,
Nor one 'twould give me keener pain
Than doing nothing.

Just eat and sleep and mope around;
No good deed done, no kind word said,
No darkened corner sought or found,
Where sunshine might with ease be shed—
Just doing nothing.

Kind Fate, spare me from such a lot.
I'd sooner, far, be numbered with
The silent sleepers in some spot
Where naught is known of kin or kith,
Than doing nothing.

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world

I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it
I thank you all

But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions