Yada Yada
A broken record starts to play, yeah
Yada Yada
You know what I'm gonna say
It's been ten days
And I think I'm going numb
The Summer Sun burns the air
Like it did at Lake Nixon
Run your mouth again
Make me believe again
Yada Yada
Say hello one last time
Yada Yada
Talking in the streets at night
A sad, sad man
Only here for a handful of days
Two months too long to be led on
And act as if it could have been some way
Make my rounds again
I'll see you 'round the bend