Tin Man (Live at the Sea View, Cayman Islands, 5/4/2002)

Sometimes late When things are real And people share the gift of gab Between themselves Some are quick To take the bait And catch the perfect prize That waits among the shells But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain'd bright colors Image going down, down, down, down Soaps a green like bubble Oh Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please Believe in me When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain'd bright colors Image going down, down, down, down Soaps a green like bubble No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please Believe in me Oooh ooh ooh ooh-uh Oooh ooh ooh ooh Oooh ooh (dab dabad dab) Oooh ooh (dab dabad dab) Oooh ooh (dab dabad dab) Oooh ooh (dab dabad dab) Oooh ooh (dab dabad dab) Oooh ooh (dab dabad dab) Dab dab daah, Ooooh