Singing All Day

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.

Went down to the station to look for her there,
Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
My, my,
Oo, my, my, my.

Down in the street, try'n' to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
Is that her in the fur coat?
No it's not december yet,
My, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.

Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, i can hear it.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.