It took ten years to realise
Why the angel start to cry
When you sail on down the lane
You have to smile your funny name
It’s so hopeless to define
When you jump to close to blinds
You known I’d help you if I could buy
Both my arms are made of wood
I just don’t mean the things that I say
It’s only ’Cause you’re made that way
Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
When we groove on into town
Charles Atlas starts to frown
’Cause he’s not made like me and you
Just can’t do the things we do
I’m not being mean so don’t take it hard
When I ask you to run around the yard
Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
At times like these you don’t have to say
So sorry it turned out that way
Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening