Trying to square the circle of my creed,
spread a little around for chicken feed,
and every (any) little thing I need baby, oh.
Everything that rises, all that flows,
and every which way that it goes.

It´s tick, tock, the raindrop, and I wait for you.
Like green eyes or cream pies. I won´t yield.
I´m tick, tock, those green locks.
I can´t go through.

Like green eyes or cream pies.
I won´t yield.
I won´t yield.

Oh, the darling light.
Oh, the darling light.
Oh, the darling light.
I won´t yield.