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  shelves  

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,  round  

Smoke  glass  stain  bright  color  

Image  going  down,  down,  down,  down  

Soapsuds  green  like  bubbles  

Oh,  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,  round  

Smoke  glass  stain  bright  color  

Image  going  down,  down,  down,  down  

Soapsuds  green  like  bubbles  

No,  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