Jethro Tull - 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.