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 shells.
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, smoke glass stain’d bright colors,
Image going down, down, down, soap sud green like bubbles.
Oo, oo oo, oo oo, oo oo….. (Chorus then verse 2)
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, smoke glass stain’d bright colors,
Image going down, down, down, soap sud green like bubbles.
Oo, oo oo, oo oo, oo oo
1974 – Dewey Bunnell – Performed by America – Album: Holiday