Carpenter
when i was young i'd listen to the radio <o:p></o:p>
waiting for my favorite songs <o:p></o:p>
when they played i'd sing along, <o:p></o:p>
it make me smile. <o:p></o:p>
those were such happy times and not so long ago <o:p></o:p>
how i wondered where they'd gone. <o:p></o:p>
but they're back again just like a long lost friend <o:p></o:p>
all the songs i love so well. <o:p></o:p>
every shalala every wo'wo <o:p></o:p>
still shines. <o:p></o:p>
every shing-a-ling-a-ling that they're starting to sing so fine <o:p></o:p>
when they get to the part <o:p></o:p>
where he's breaking her heart <o:p></o:p>
it can really make me cry <o:p></o:p>
just like before. <o:p></o:p>
it's yesterday once more. <o:p></o:p>
(shoobie do lang lang) <o:p></o:p>
looking bak on how it was in years gone by <o:p></o:p>
and the good times that had <o:p></o:p>
makes today seem rather sad, <o:p></o:p>
so much has changed. <o:p></o:p>
it was songs of love that i would sing to them <o:p></o:p>
and i'd memorise each word. <o:p></o:p>
those old melodies still sound so good to me <o:p></o:p>
as they melt the years away <o:p></o:p>
every shalala every wo'wo still shines <o:p></o:p>
every shing-a-ling-a-ling that they're starting to sing so fine <o:p></o:p>
all my best memorise come back clearly to me <o:p></o:p>
some can even make me cry <o:p></o:p>
just like before. <o:p></o:p>
it's yesterday once more. <o:p></o:p>
(shoobie do lang lang) <o:p></o:p>
every shalala every wo'wo still shines. <o:p></o:p>
every shing-a-ling-a-ling that they're starting to sing so fine <o:p></o:p>
every shalala every wo'wo still shines. <o:p></o:p>
every shing-a-ling-a-ling that they're starting to sing<o:p></o:p>