Won't you say it? Won't you do it?
Go to Exxer
Round the round way
Round, pass the night away
Who will see? What do we stand for?
Who will cease to pass the sleeping
Still, pass the night away
Passed the night away
Hey, Spinner!
Whatchya doin'?
Hey, Spinner!
Whatchya doin'?
Cut the morning down to size
With a least six mile
Keep it moving
This is all you can be
And I'm on your side
Let the mourners come and fake
At the last remains
Let the bastards come and take
What they want the same as, the same as me
You'll come and enjoy the reasons while away
Watch the day go slowly by
Remember night'sain
For the likes of dead boy will it be
Some solid company
Your head's unpounding
You had one fitted fin day
On streets once scarce to let it
Something you can know
The sight and sound of summer faithful
Your memory goes there
These times pass and soon there'll be an end
Hey, Spinner!
Whatchya doin'?
Hey, Spinner!
Whatchya doin'?