Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
yup, kinda nonsenical....but for some strange reason i have always loved this song :-P
Me, too, Tink. It was one of my highschool songs. A quick interpretation:
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
It's after dinner and he and his guests have retired to the den for a rolicking game of Monopoly.
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves Monopoly often sparks conversations about religion and politics.
But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have Never ask to borrow money from me.
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.They are discussing the meaning of life.
So please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, roundSounds better than: see I'm throwing dice, dice, dice, dice, dice, dice, dice, dice, dice.
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, downA premonition of 9-11
Soapsuds green like bubbles The Hudson River (substitute any river)
Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
Heather