It's the time of year the tourists come along They take photographs and think they rule the town Fancy hats and shades are how you'd tell them out It's the time of year I'd try to get around Maybe something else could get me off the ground A little synth or more could probably do the crowd Why don't you understand? Why don't you know? Why won't you get the catch? Why won't you let go? It's the time of year I'd try to get about I need something that would get me off the ground So let's add some strings to try to aww the crowd Coming clean on music wouldn't make it wrong It may seem that I would never think it up Little singing tunes are not reallly my choice Why don't you understand? Why don't you know? Why won't you get the catch?