Tin Man sing and play along

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;

soapsud green like bubbles.

Oh, me.