Well I - Lyrics by Procol Harum


Lyrics

Ain't no doubt about it
Ain't no doubt about it
Ain't gonna shout about it: oh yeah
Gonna have to keep you guessing
Ain't no use in you confessing
Ain't no use for you to mumble
You know where [or 'nowhere'?] if you just fumble
You better start, start counting your blessings
Not one ... two ... three ...
It's a grumble, [greeble?], new york concrete jungle


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