A ticker tape parade
Of tiny little words
Spat in the punch
While your backs were turned
And it ain't what's said
So much as what's heard
No it ain't what's said
Shaping up like fighters
These tired old stags
Boxing at shadows
And wet paper bags
Swingin' so low
Sweet charity no
Kicking up the dirt yeah
Blowing in here talking loud
And wooing the crowd
Move on, get gone
It's a force of nature
Force of nature
Like a force of nature
So you shoot from the lip
That's a nice little earner
But how 'bout some love
For the visual learner
Some kind of display
Some kindness today
Kicking up the dirt yeah
Blowing in here talking loud
And wooing the crowd
Move on, get gone
It's a force of nature
Force of nature
Like a force of nature
Force of nature
Kicking up the dirt yeah
Like a force of nature
Blowing in here talking loud
And wooing the crowd
Move on, get gone
It's a force of nature
Force of nature
Like a force of nature
Force of nature
Like a force of nature
Force of nature
Like a force of nature
