Sewing Up Crap

I don't know



I don't know



Chain, chain, chain, chain



Chain, chain, chain, chain



A cut-price empire, clean-cut lines



A perfect body and a dirty mind



The rules of this game



Say we all look the same



Chain, chain, chain



Chain, chain, chain



We'll put a spin on it



We'll take a pencil to it



We'll make a virtue out of



Keeping oh so quiet about it



I don't know, and I don't want to know



I don't know, and I don't want to know



I don't know, and I don't want to know



I don't know, and I don't want to know



Chain, chain, chain



Chain, chain, chain



Talk about child's play, count the birthdays



A stitch in time says, "Just look the other way"



The rules of this game



Say you don't know her name



Chain, chain, chain



Chain, chain, chain



We'll span a hundred years for it



We'll make a killing out of it



And we'll corner the market



By keeping oh so quiet about it



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



(Chain)



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



(Chain)



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



(Chain)



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



(Chain)



Working for the gap



(Chain)



Sewing up crap



One up the chimney goes



Two hawks a tray of matches



Three braves the weaving floor



All pray for the life of four



Five down the pit descends



Six plows in fields and meadows



Seven spins the hand loom round



Eight lies in th' burial ground



One up the chimney goes



Two hawks a tray of matches



Three braves the weaving floor



All pray for the life of four