Tin Man Songtext
von America

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 shells

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn′t, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I′m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles

Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad


So please believe in me
When I say I′m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles

Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn′t, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la)
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la, la, la, la)
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la)
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la, la, la, la)
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la)
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la, la, la, la)
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la)
Ooh-oh, ooh-ooh (la, la, la, la, la, la)