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We never talk much
We never have much to say
We never talk much
We do without reparte
We never talk much
You ask what we do all day
We play some records
Discuss a novel
And we just sit around
We never walk much
Such crowds in the street below
We never walk much
And where would we want to go
We never walk much
'Cause walkin' fatigues you so
We look at pictures
I work at puzzles
And we just sit around
We planned a lovely day tomorrow
We've thought of everything
We found a canary that we can borrow
And tomorrow we'll sit around and let it sing
We suit each other
We both think the same as one
With one another
Just starin' at walls is fun
I must tell Mother
Her warnings were overdone
Don't know what you do
What is there to do
We just sit around
We suit each other
We both think the same as one
With one another
Just starin' at walls is fun
I must tell Mother
Her warnings were overdone
Don't know what you do
What is there to do
We just sit around, sit around, sit around
WRITERS
NICHOLAS BRODSZKY, SAMMY CAHN
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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