I add two and two the most simple addition

Then swear that the figures are lying

I'm a much better comic then mathematican

Cause I'm better on stage than at intermission

And as far as the man is concerned

If I've been burned, well I haven't learn



I know he's around when the sky and the ground starting ringing

I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance

His words and his words alone

Are the words that can start me heart singing

And his is the only music that makes me dance



He'll sleep and he lies in the light of two eyes 

That adore him

Oh bore him it might, but he won't leave me sight

For a glance



In every way every single day

I need less of myself I need more him, more him

And his is the only music that makes dance

Yes his is the only music that makes dance