[Originally by Barbra Streisand]
We travel single-oh
Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know...
Just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint.
I guess we're both happy, but maybe...
People... people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world,
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
Lovers are very special people,
They're the luckiest people
In the world.
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!