Sad register tone Some minutes I see out of the box Others I’m alone It’s a collect year Suddenly I meet someone I need to be a person, I need to be a person who I need to be Sick as a swan Summer might be alright Sanguine calls to me Last time I take the bus I’m partial to the railway I’m gonna be something I’m gonna be something one of these days I’m gonna be, oh I’m gonna be Old Suffolk enfolds me Single minds are together-ing There’s no shortage of affection I’m on an ever-after upswing All outta things to prove I’m in a love-mood I’m in a love-mood I’m in love, I’m in love I’m in a love-mood “Beep boop beep boop bop-bop-bing”
