It's all who you know

For the want of a marker The doctors lost their place For the want of a cut-line They couldn't lift his face For the want of a facelift His ratings dropped Then the sitcom folded Then the network flopped After the climb After time turns designs to despair It is good Nothing's fair It's all who you know For the want of a cough drop The musher's throat went hoarse For the want of direction The huskies went off course Then the sled got snowbound It took some time to free 'em Now they're on display Inside the British Museum After the climb After time turns designs to despair It is good Nothing's fair It's all who you know And after the fall After all of our strivings are dust Even so Good for us It's all who you know For the want of a compass We'd be shuffling charts For the want of good radar We'd be glacier parts For the want of a lighthouse Can't you see We'd be lost at sea Lost at sea