Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa,
baa, baa.
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa,
There isn't anybody here.
It's a
Sunday afternoon.
And I'm going round in circles again.
And there's always a
story behind me.
Maybe it's good you're not around
Cause you don't really need to know
Why I'm going round in circles again
There's always a
story behind me
When I was a lad
I walked around feeling down
Couldn't please my dad
That's why I was a sad lad
Now I'm on my own
I got a car and I got a wife
She likes to be alone
So after dark I go for a drive
I never liked suburbia
But that's where they put me through
I was going round in circles again.
There's always a story behind me.
Smoking a lot of herb.
Yeah, that is what I like to do
when I'm going round in
circles again.
There's always a story behind me.
When I was a lad I walked
around feeling down
Couldn't please my dad
That's why I was a sad lad
Back in seventy -one
Morris brothers in the
Shanghai door
We were having fun
Egg foo young in seventy -one
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh