Singing all day

Singing bout nothing

Singing all day

Singing bout nothing

Singing all day

Singing bout nothing

Ooh, my my my

Ooh, my my my



Went down to the station

to look for a bed.

Look through the crowds

for a glimpse of a head.

Nothing to see

but the crowds

keepa staring at me my my

Ooh, my my my



Down in the street

trying to remember.

Shuffling my feet

outside of Mens Wear.

Is that her in the fur coat?

No, its not December yet my my

Ooh, my my my



Singing all day, singing bout nothing

Singing all day, singing bout nothing



Back to the house

maybe shell phone me.

Singing my songs

feeling so lonely.

I sing very softly

so if the phone rings

I can hear it,

I can hear it.



Singing all day, singing bout nothing

Singing all day, singing bout nothing

Singing all day, singing bout nothing

Ooh, my my my

Ooh, my my my