Hey, Spinner! - Able Tasmans

Won’t you say it?

Won’t you do it?

Go to Exxer

Round the round way

Round, pass the night away

Who will see?

What do we stand for?

Who will cease to pass the sleeping

Still, pass the night away

Passed the night away

Hey, Spinner!

Whatchya doin'?

Hey, Spinner!

Whatchya doin'?

Cut the morning down to size

With a least six mile

Keep it moving

This is all you can be

And I’m on your side

Let the mourners come and fake

At the last remains

Let the bastards come and take

What they want the same as, the same as me

You’ll come and enjoy the reasons while away

Watch the day go slowly by

Remember night’sain

For the likes of dead boy will it be

Some solid company

Your head’s unpounding

You had one fitted fin day

On streets once scarce to let it

Something you can know

The sight and sound of summer faithful

Your memory goes there

These times pass and soon there’ll be an end

Hey, Spinner!

Whatchya doin'?

Hey, Spinner!

Whatchya doin'?