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