Tin Man

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 shells,

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’d bright colors,

imagine going down, down, down, down,

Soapsud green like bubbles

Oooh       Ooohh,      Oooh       Ooohh

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’d bright colors,

imagine going down, down, down, down,

Soapsud green like bubbles

Oooh       Ooohh,      Oooh       Ooohh

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       ,

Oooh       Ooohh,      Oooh       Ooohh