It took ten years to realise
Why the angel start to cry
When you roll on down the lane
Your happy smile, your funny name
I'm not being mean, so don't take it hard
When I ask you to run round the yard
It s so hopeless to close the blinds
You know I d help you if I could, but both my arms are made of wood
Just don't mean the things that I say
It's only 'cause you're made that way
Sorry for laughing
There's too much happening
Sorry for laughing
There's too much happening
When we grooved on into town
Charles Atlas stopped to frown
'Cause he's not made like me and you
Just can't do the things we do
You know it s times like these you have to pay
So sorry to turn on that way