Lyrics:

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, ruond, ruond, tround
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
soapsud green like bubbles


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, ruond, ruond, tround
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
soapsud 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