All This Carrying On

Forjust one minute I turn my back, and

Walkout of the room.

Icome back to a huge disaster

Soundinglike a sonic boom.

Thewhole room’s lost all its sanity

Andno one knows just where it’s gone.

Timeto put an end to this feuding and fighting,

Andall this carrying on.

 

3AM is a time for quiet,

Atime for reflection and sleep.

Especiallyfor a working man

Whohas obligations to keep.

Thensome damn fool tries to raise a ruckus

Andparty til the morning sun.

It’sclear somebody’s got to shut him down,

Andall this carrying on.

 

Youand me sometimes disagree,

Welet common sense slide.

Wesay things that we both don’t mean,

Leavingreason aside.

Butit’s okay at the end of the day.

Itdoesn’t matter who won.

Wework it out when we finally stop

Allthis carrying on.