Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

I am sitting in the morning

At the diner on the corner

I am waiting at the counter

For the man to pour the coffee

And he fills it only halfway and before I even argue

He is looking out the window at somebody coming in

It is always nice to see you

Says the man behind the counter

To the woman who has come in

She is shaking her umbrella

And I look the other way as

They are kissing their hellos

And I'm pretending not to see

Them and instead I pour the milk

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Oh this rain it will continue

Through the morning as I'm listening

To the bells of the cathedral

I am thinking of your voice

Your voice

Voice

Voice

Voice

Voice

Voice

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo