Spin Round the Room Songtext
von Stackridge

Well I spin round the room
Stare at somebody else
But I think that sometimes
I embarrass myself
Like running in and out
And guessing just when to laugh
Timing all my entrances
And talking too fast

Yes I trip over your words
Asleep on the mat
Cracking those rancid jokes
That always fall flat


A feeling like the sun who rose
To find it three o′clock
The sun who rose to greet herself
And found it's too hot
Like a pauper′s dying daughter
Who's counting what she's got
Like an orphan calling actresses
Finding she′s not

Well your book sure is good
Always said it would be
And thanks for selling all the world
The ins and outs of me
Well you never spared a feeling
Never thought that you would
But when I get to thinking
I still reckon it was good

Like a pauper′s dying daughter
Who's counting what she′s got
Like an orphan calling actresses
Finding she's not


Well I spin round the room
Stare at somebody else
But I think that sometimes
I embarrass myself
Like running in and out
And guessing just when to laugh
Or timing all my entrances
And talking too fast