[Verse 1]
Good evening Mr. Waldheim and Pontiff how are you?
You have so much in common in the things you do
And here comes Jesse Jackson, he talks of common ground
Does that common ground include me or is it just a sound?
A sound that shakes,oh Jesse, you must watch the sounds you make
A sound that quakes, there are fears that still reverberate

[Verse 2]
Jesse you say common ground, does that include the PLO?
What about people right here right now who fought for you not so long ago?
The words that flow so freely falling dancing from your lips
I hope that you don't cheapen them with a racist slip, oh common ground
Is common ground a word or just a sound?
Common ground, remember those civil rights workers buried in the ground

[Verse 3]
If I ran for President and once was a member of the Klan
Wouldn't you call me on it the way I call you on Farrakhan?
And Pontiff, pretty Pontiff, can anyone shake your hand?
Or is it just that you like uniforms and someone kissing your hand ?
Or is it true the common ground for me includes you too?
Oh, oh, is it true the common ground for me includes you too?

[Verse 4]
Good evening Mr.Waldheim, Pontiff how are you?
As you both stroll through the woods at night, I'm thinking thoughts of you
And Jesse you're inside my thoughts as the rhythmic words subside
My common ground invites you in or do you prefer to wait outside?
Or is it true the common ground for me is without you?
Or is it true the common ground for me is without you?
Oh is it true? There's no ground common enough for me and you