Intro :
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 shelves
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he d idn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Gala had
So please believe in me
When I s ay I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles
Oohh, oooh
Oz ne ver did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he d idn't, didn't already have
And c ause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Gala had
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles
Oohh, oooh, Oohh, oooh
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
Tha t he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Gala had
So please believe in me
Oohh, oooh O ohh, o ooh