Текст: Jethro Tull. Living In The Past. Singing All Day.

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing

Ooh, my, my, my
Ooh, 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,
Ooh, my, my, my

Down in the street, tryin' to remember
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear
Is that her in the fur coat?
No, it's not December yet

My, my, my
Ooh, 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

Ooh, my, my, my
Ooh, my, my, my