I know, you get around.
Don’t tell me, it’s not true.
Honey, even if I may be slow,
I know, much more than you think.
Everyday, I hear someone…
Crying, over you.
It’s all in the songs written – you get around.
It’s all in the tunes sung – you get around.
A lot of talk, is done about you.
You’re a livewire, to the media.
Oh honey – sure I may seem slow.
But I really know, all the details.
And I know – you think it’s funny too.
But I’m tired of melodies – you get around.
Without rhyme or reason – you get around.
Them punch lines, are worn out.
The message is loud and clear.
Honey, it seems we’re all so slow,
Perhaps we’ve all become too worn out.
Since we know more, than we dare
The gag’s are about and on you,
Grumbling an’ rumblings – you get around
Top 10 dynamo, near end of season – you get around.
The jokes soon all upon you
And in my good sense of humour,
Even if honey, we’ve know more.
I’ll save my last laugh, for us.
A last dance I’ve cared sharing-
With a you, like people, talk about.
And you’ll reinvent, re-write tunes, you get around.
It’s all in the songs written, you get around.