What's to do? Didn't they want to play? Not to fret Wait a while Do it again Glory be! I died and went to France Now I'm climbing carpet walls, For just another chance
Not today, Just suck on your plastic spoon Chase the thought that George lassoes the moon It's gonna come round soon And when it does, I'll be falling round the room
It's not funny anymore Had enough I'm not laughing anymore Had enough
More than this, I'm more than this The more I try, The less it works Enough is enough
What's to do? Didn't they want to play? Not to fret, do it again It's gonna come round soon I'll be falling round the room Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
