It's a fact, printed stained
Burned deep into my brain
It keeps turning in my mind
Like nuts and bolts so long
Hold that pose, get the feel
I'm closing up a bag of air and wire
Yes, yes, no, no, no, no, no, no
I was just singing in the rain
On a partially cloudy afternoon
You've been called here today
I just sigh and cry hooray
Yes, yes, no, no, no, no, no, no