There he was asking bread.
"Have a wish for peace instead.
Let me pray and you’ll be blessed.
It’ll feed your soul and give you rest."
There he was asking bread.
Hadn’t heard a word I said.
Closed the door on his plea.
But his words still found me.

What will you do with the least of these, with the least of these?

Standing fast behind that door.
What’s he think he’s waiting for?
Parting shot’s a point well taken,
But he could be drunk and he could be fakin’.
There I was scarfing bread,
Fighting every word he said.
What’s he learn if lunch is free?
Through the door his words found me.

(What will you do with the least of these, with the least of these?)

Whatcha gonna do with the least of these?
Give me something I can feel; keep your guarantees.
Can a man get a hand if he hits his knees?
Whatcha gonna do with the least of…
Whatcha gonna do with the least of these?
You gave a sermonette; I need a Chucky Cheese.
Can a guy grab a fry with a pretty please?
Whatcha gonna do with the least of these?