that same so-so tune

, "bang, the little drummer takes a solo, reaching his young hands all over traps and kettles and cymbals and foot-peddle, boom in a fantastic crash of sound - but what will happen?", the dance halls are dark now, the ballrooms are closed, no wax for my needle and i don't suppose, you'll be swinging by anytime soon, singing that same so-so tune, nobody's playing, no-one's been paid, the music's all stopped and, you never said you could, wait from september to june, singing that same so-so tune, while brothers are fighting and working to rule, here's a tired, sentimental old song, it goes: 'ooh, baby, baby, treating me wrong', we'll be back where we belong before long, while brothers are fighting and working to rule, here's a tired, sentimental old song, it goes: 'ooh, baby, baby, treating me wrong', we'll be back where we belong before long, i've heard all the stories, it's wild and it's new, hot sounds in the city, but what can i do?, might as well shoot for the moon, singing that same so-so tune, singing that same so-so tune