Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
I’m up instead of running.
Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
I’m thinking it over.

A door is much smaller to see
An entrance on which we’ll agree.

Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
I heard a tree falling.
Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
A curtain miscalling

A stage left much smaller, you see.
An entrance is only for me.
For me, for me.

Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
Just how up and running can one be.
Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
Just how up and running can one be.
Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
Just how up and running can one be.
Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
Just how up and running can one be.
Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee
Just how up and running can one be.
Sha-la-la and sha-la-lee…