Tin Man
Composer(s): Dewey Bunnell
Performer(s): America



Sometimes late when things are real 
And people share the gift of gab between themselves 
Some are quick to take the bait 
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves 

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man 
That he didn't, didn't already have 
And Cause never was the reason for the evening 
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me 
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round 
Smoke glass stain bright color 
Image going down, down, down, down 
Soapsuds green like bubbles 

Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man 
That he didn't, didn't already have 
And Cause never was the reason for the evening 
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad 

So please believe in me 
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round 
Smoke glass stain bright color 
Image going down, down, down, down 
Soapsuds green like bubbles 

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man 
That he didn't, didn't already have 
And Cause never was the reason for the evening 
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad 

So please believe in me