I'll be sticking around till the season's turning

And I'm gonna hang around until the summer's dead

But you keep following me with the words you left me

Banging around in the rooms inside my head

Hi there Mr Blackbird your friends are calling you

So you better fly up high in the cherry tree

But keep one little eye fixed on your girlfriend

Or she will come sit on my window and talk to me

Stop everything and think about coming home for a while

It doesn't matter what happened to you you're my crocodile

It doesn't matter doesn't matter at all just come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

1979 and 'Heart of Glass' is playing

And she's got a bird that laughs and talks and sings

And he's got good shoes he's got sticky fingers

D-D-Dancing around until the carpet's wearing thin

Stop everything and think about coming home for a while

It doesn't matter what happened to you you're my crocodile

It doesn't matter doesn't matter at all just come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

It doesn't matter doesn't matter at all

It doesn't matter doesn't matter at all

It doesn't matter doesn't matter at all

It doesn't matter doesn't matter at all

Just come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar

Get back into the rhythm of things and come to the bar