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.