Where do you walk on the sunny times
When the rivers gleam and the buildings shine?
How do you feel when the pollen falls
And the summer cloves brighten gloomy halls?

And they're all in love
And they're all in love

Where do you fit in --*phhffft*-- magazine
Where the past is a hero and the present a queen?
Just tell me right now, where do you fit in,
With blood in your eye and a passion for gin?

And they're all in love
And they're all in love

Hey, goodbye all you punks
Stay young and stay high
Hand me my checkbook
And I'll crawl off to die
Like a woman in childbirth
Grown ugly in a flash
I've seen magic and pain
Now I'm recyclin' trash

And they're all in love
And they're all in love
And they're all in love
And they're all in love.

Some people seem so obsessed with the morning
Get up early just to watch the sun rise
Some people like it more when there's fire in the sky
Worship the sun when it's high
Some people go for those sultry evenings
Sipping cocktails in the blue, red and grey
But I like every minute of the day

I like every second
So long as you are on my mind
Every moment has its special charm
It's alright when you're around rain or shine
I know a crowd who only live after midnight
Their faces always seem so pale
And then there's friends of mine that must have sunlight
They say a suntan never fails
I know a man who works the nightshift
Feels lucky to get a job and some pay
And I like every minute of the day
I dig every second
I can laugh in the snow and rain
I get a buzz from being cold and wet
The pleasure seems to balance out the pain
And so you see that I'm completely crazy
I even shun the South of France
The people on the hill, they say I'm lazy
But when they sleep I sing and dance
Some people have to have those sultry evenings
Cocktails in the blue, red and grey
But I like every minute of the day
I like every minute of the day.

I'm feeling so good right now
There's a handsome boy
Tells me how I've changed his past
He buys me a brandy
But could it be,
He's really just after my ass?
He likes the clothes I wear
He says he likes a man to dress in season
But no one else ever stares
He's being so kind, what's the reason?

How many friends have I really got?
You can count'em on on hand
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?

Suddenly it's a silver screen
And a face so beautiful that I had to cry out
Everybody hears me, but I look like a fool now
With a
She knows all my friends
But it's nice to find a woman who will stay home late
Now I think I've reached the end
I wonder in the dead of night, how do I rate?

How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?

It's all like a dream you know, when you're still up early in the morning
And you're all sittin' together to watch the sun come through
But things don't look so good
When you could use a little warning
Then you know that no one will ever speak the truth, about you

How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?

When I first signed the contract, it was more than a handshake then,
I know it still is
But there's a plain fact
We talk so much shit behind each other's backs, I get the willies
People know nothing about their own soft gut, so how come they can sum us up
Without suffering all the hype we've known
How come they bum us up?

How many friends have I really got?
Well you can count'em on the one hand
How many friends have I really got?
How many friends have I really got?
That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?

Ain't it funny how they're all Cleopatra
When you gaze into their past?
When you find out about their birth sign
You realize there was no need to have asked
All the history of a soul in torment
Ingrained in a hand or face
Ain't it funny how they all fire a pistol
At the wrong end of the race?

I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round...going round and round

There's a man going through your dustbin
Only this time he's lookin' for food
There's a tear in his eye, you don't know him
Oh, but you now what he's goin' through
Ain't it funny that you can't seem to help him?
Ain't it sick as he staggers away?
Is it weird that you hate a stranger?
Can a detail correct your dismay?

I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round...

Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round

I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round...
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round and round
I am going round...