Well, nothing I said's so important That it can't be shortened To fit on a badge I wish that I could be God Try to deliver a soundbite But it is the catch
I can't say what I mean I can't say what I mean
Everybody applauds her From the lord to the hordes And the nation is swept By a one-to-one conversation In adult education I would tell her except
I can't say what I mean I can't say what I mean I can't say what I mean Do you know When you go I get all tounge tied I'm the same All the game Oh and you were right
Can't say you're unattractive But I'm out of practice In this sort of thing It's not like I'm talking Italian Or I wear a medallion And a sovereign ring
I can't say what I mean I can't say what I mean I can't say what I mean Do you know When you go I get all tounge tied I'm the same All the game Oh and you were right
What a face What a face Can you blame me for pulling a face What a waste What a face
Great things can be expressed In fifteen words or less And bring that to your heart Words just don't do it justice The world and its crust Is still drifting apart
I can't say what I mean I can't say what I mean I can't say what I mean Do you know When you go I get all tounge tied I'm the same All the game Oh and you were right
Do you know When you go I get all tounge tied I'm the same All the game Oh and you were right
What a face What a face Can you blame me for pulling a face What a waste What a face
Compositores: Andrew Robert White (PRS), Charles Richard Wilson (Ricky Wilson) (PRS), James Simon Rix (PRS), Nicholas James David Hodgson (PRS), Nicholas Matthew Baines (PRS)Editor: Rondor Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2008ECAD verificado obra #2482529 e fonograma #2037869 em 23/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM