Ou Be Low hoo
Down by six,
All over with tricks.
Found the last score,
Can't deny it no more.
By the twelth eleven,
We'll be playing for score and seven.
All the World will appreciate,
No more time to be irate.
The nine by four?
Around no more.
Time to work, the hours go by,
Sometimes slow, sometimes fly.
In the end,
That circle that bends.
It's not going to stop,
Flip-flop, flip-flop.
Sit down...Please, sit down...I feel embarrassed...
All over with tricks.
Found the last score,
Can't deny it no more.
By the twelth eleven,
We'll be playing for score and seven.
All the World will appreciate,
No more time to be irate.
The nine by four?
Around no more.
Time to work, the hours go by,
Sometimes slow, sometimes fly.
In the end,
That circle that bends.
It's not going to stop,
Flip-flop, flip-flop.
Sit down...Please, sit down...I feel embarrassed...