Well I don't imagine, it's out of fashion
To love and complain
Living in transit, business demands it
It's not always okay, no no
But I don't got no bus to take me on no holiday
My car won't run, the clutch is gone
There's just no way
Though I got no means to take me to New Orleans today
Your love get me 'round
I said your love get me 'round
Oh well your love get me 'round okay
A train is for runnin' away just for nothin'
And a cloud is for rain
Maybe tomorrow I'll get down and borrow back
My newly-born glimpse of the Seine
I would like to be a sailor or a stowaway
And sail my dreams out to the seas
Of turtle bay
Though I got no anchor in Marseilles today
Your love get me 'round
I said your love get me 'round
Oh well your love get me 'round okay
I'd like to be a sailor or a stowaway
And sail my dreams out to the seas
Of turtle bay
Though I got no anchor in Marseilles today
Oh your love get me 'round
I said your love get me 'round
Oh well your love get me 'round okay