Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' My feet, my soul, my arms, my legs, myself, my eggs... are all fried I've gotta do my exams today I've read my books, turned up on time But I haven't revised... I...
I'm not getting along I'm not gettin' the answer I'm not getting along
I'm not getting along I'm not gettin' the answer I, hi, yi... I can't get out of my head
In the night, sometimes I wake up uncool, uptight I'm tired of being tired But in my dreams, my arms are open wide Open wide... I open up my eyes Open up my eyes; everything is dark I think I'm blind I think I'm blind I think I'm blind...
I'm not getting along I'm not gettin' the answer I'm not getting along (Too dumb to use that phone) I'm not getting along I'm not gettin' the answers I, hi, yi... 'cause I can't get out of my head
No, I... No, I... No, I can't get out of my head
No, I... No, I... No, I can't get out of my head
This profession is my obsession And this obsession is my depression And this depression is my release And this release will never cease
No, I... No, I... No, I can't get out of my head
No, I... No, I... No, I can't get out of my head
I get my head, heh... Uh, hey! (Can't get out of my head) Yeah, sometimes; uncool, uptight; In my dreams my arms, myself is open wide... (Can't get out of my head) (Can't get out of my head)
I'm not getting along...
Compositores: Timothy John Bricheno (Tim Bricheno), Timothy Gordine (Gordine Tim), David Kenneth Tomlinson (Linson Tom) ECAD: Obra #6211516