Testi musica canzoni

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