Are you telling me that everything's
fine
When I can't even tie my shoes
Better get into a new frame
of mind
When I don't have to think
about the business no more
`Cause I just wanna blow my
horn
The telephone is ringing out
But it don't understand my
blues
And how much longer will it
take
Until they get the news
The weather man said it was
good
He forecast it was truly great
So if you change your train
of thought
You know it won't be late
Too complicated, too complicated
You know this crazy scene
Too complicated, too complicated
No one says what they mean
Are you telling me that everything's
fine
When I can't even tie my shoes
Better get into a new frame
of mind
When I don't have to think
about the business no more
`Cause I just wanna blow my
horn..
Marco Giunco |
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