Singing All Day — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,

Oo, my, my, my,

Oo, my, my, my.



Went down to the station to look for her there,

Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,

Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,

My, my,

Oo, my, my, my.



Down in the street, tryn to remember,

Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,

Is that her in the fur coat?

No its not december yet,

My, my, my,

Oo, my, my, my.



Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.



Back to the house, maybe shell phone me,

Singing my song, feeling so lonely.

Ill 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,

Oo, my, my, my,

Oo, my, my, my.