I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
And I really need a song, boys, to stir those workers up
And get their wives to sing it with me
Just like in the pubs
When I work the good old pubs in Stephanie
Or could you knock a line or two
To get for a friend
Sentimental, tear-inducing
With a happy ending
And we need a tune to open
I see some outside fans
Can you help us?
It's hard to write a song with bent-up fingers
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
Those old diehards and dead-blocks
Thinkin' that's a laughing act
But keep our players hollow-pawin'
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
And I really need a song to stir those workers up



I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
And get their wives to sing it with me
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
Those old diehards and dead-blocks
Thinkin' that's a laughing act
But keep our players hollow-pawin'
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
And get our players hollow-pawin'
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
I like the warm blue flame
The hazy heat it brings
It loosens up the muscles
And forces you to sing
You know it's just another hit and run
From the Tin Pan Alley Twins
And there's a chance that one day
You might write us down the lines
So turn them out big and fast
And we'll slip out your bags
Cause we need what we can get
To launch another dozen acts
Are you working?
It's hard to write a song without fingers
But I'm not afraid to say

So much to prove, so cute, I'll tell you why
Those old I heartened them on street
Stopped laughing at the keyboard players
Holler with hearted eyes
It seems to me I'm changing red less than needed
I'm sick of char-la-la's and la-dee-da
No more long days, harking, harking, stomp, stomp
It's clear the fingers never swap
I'm swinging stars, swinging stars
It's hard to write a song without fingers
So much to prove, so cute, I'll tell you why
Those old I heartened them on street
Stopped laughing at the keyboard players
Holler with hearted eyes
It seems to me I'm changing red less than needed
I'm sick of char-la-la's and la-dee-da
No more long days, harking, harking, stomp
It's clear the fingers never swap
I'm swinging stars, swinging stars
It seems to me I'm changing red less than needed
I'm singing continuesetics

It seems to me I'm singing continuesetics

All terminar
La-dee-da
Swinging starsテ prende 아빠
Swinging stars
It's hard to ride a swing
It seems to me I'm changing red less than needed
I love the love
So let the peace go through to tell you why
Cause all my heart is in the peace of love