I say, I say, I say, I say
One, two,
three,
four
But I'll find eight,
but
And once you're in
It really doesn't feel so grand
You win,
you win Just a little, but you win
That pretty face is telling lies It's plaster more than skin
But it's good enough,
you win Where did it all go right?
You make plans that you don't stick to If I'm ill,
then you feel sick too
Ain't it strange?
I say, I say, I say, I say One,
two,
three,
four
But I'll find eight,
but And once you're in
It really doesn't feel so grand
Calm down,
calm down Just a tiny bit, calm down
And when the saints go marching in
One saint will get you with one swing
So please give up and calm down
Did it all go right?
September,
you don't take notice October,
you try to ignore us
November,
you look so gloomy December,
you're giving
in to me
Ain't it strange?
I say, I say, I say, I say
One,
two,
three,
four But I'll find eight,
but
And once
you're in It really
doesn't feel
so grand