A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask, why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous? We stay because Anatevka is our home... And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you.
Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want. Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want. Jesus on the main line, tell Him what you want. You can call Him up and tell Him what you want.
Tired of feeling all by myself. . Being so different from everyone else. Somehow you knew i needed your help. Be my friend forever. I never found my star in the night.