Текст песни Jethro Tull - Singing All Day
Jethro Tull - Singing All Day слова песни
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 ringsI 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.