it took ten years to realize

why the angel stopped crying

when you sail on down the lane

your happy smile, your funny name

it's so hopeless to define

when you jump to close the blinds

you know I'd help you if I could but

both my arms are made of wood

I just don't mean the things that I say

it's only cause you're made that way

sorry for laughing

there's too much happening

sorry for laughing

there's too much happening



when we grooved on into town

Charles Atlas

stopped to frown

cause he's not made like me and you

just can't do the things we do

i'm not being mean so don't take it hard

when I ask you to run round the yard

sorry for laughing

there's too much happening

sorry for laughing

there's too much happening



at times like these you don't have to say

so sorry it turned out that way

sorry for laughing

there's too much happening

sorry for laughing

there's too much happening