| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| It took ten years to realise |
| Why the angel start to cry |
| When you sail on down the lane |
| You have to smile your funny name |
| It’s so hopeless to define |
| When you jump to close to blinds |
| You known I’d help you if I could buy |
| Both my arms are made of wood |
| I just don’t mean the things that I say |
| It’s only ‘cause you’re made that way |
| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| When we groove on into town |
| Charles Atlas starts to frown |
| ‘Cause he’s not made like me and you |
| Just can’t do the things we do |
| I’m not being mean so don’t take it hard |
| When I ask you to run around the yard |
| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| At times like these you don’t have to say |
| So sorry it turned out that way |
| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening |
| Sorry for laughing, sorry for laughing |
| There’s too much happening |
| Sorry for laughing |
| It’s so hopeless to define |
| When you jump to close to blinds |