Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
  Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
  Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
  oo, my, my, my,
  oo, my, my, my.
    Went down to the station to look for her there,
  looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
  nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
  my, my,
  oo, my, my, my.
    Down in the street, try'n' to remember,
  shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
  is that her in the fur coat?
  No it's not December yet,
  my, my, my,
  oo, my, my, my.
    Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
    Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me,
  singing my song, feeling so lonely.
  I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings
  I can hear it, I can hear it.
    Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
  Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
  Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
  oo, my, my, my,
  oo, my, my, my.