Letras
River's getting higher
No wood for the fire
They saw the Messiah
But I guess I missed him again
That brings my score to a hundred and ten
The water's getting closer
Better ring up the grocer
Stack up the potatoes
Oh, Jack, are you ever coming back?
Will your operatic soul turn black?
Keep me turning, oh, keep me on
Keep me burning for you, son
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me 'til the very last
Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
Want a hand with my backstage pass?
Children are smiling
Parents are whining
Bow tie tying
For the big day ahead real soon
Is there really gonna be no room?
I got a ticket
Just gotta get past the picket
They say that the trick is to walk in backwards
Like you're walking out
I guess the lords wearing glasses now
Keep me turning, oh, keep me on
Keep me burning for you, son
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me 'til the very last
Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
Want a hand with my backstage pass?
Keep me turning, keep me on
Keep me burning for you, son
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me 'til the very last
Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
Want a hand with my backstage pass?
Keep me turning
Keep me turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning