Tekster:
Great Big Sea Nothing Out Of Nothing

for the mainland! [Chorus:] And what do you do? Can't make nothing out of nothing Everybody needs a start And what do you do? Can't make nothing out of nothing

heading for the mainland! [Chorus:] And what do you do? Can't make nothing out of nothing Everybody needs a start And what do you do? Can't make nothing out of nothing

old sea Ninety-nine years nothing but an empty cell for company Yet there's not very much that stands between me and the freedom I hold dear Just a thousand bars a big

fingers And his great iron head, shaped like a dustbin But as big as a bedroom Slowly turned to the right, slowly turned to the left He was hearing the sea

core) And then the duchess passed out at a quarter to three And suddenly Cyril cried "Fiddle-de-dee!", Then he ripped off his trousers And jumped in the sea

great grandfather, whom I never knew. And so on this line unto the alpha and omega point at infinity. With my eye - this fire, this fly, that sees everything and smiles, and comprehends nothing

with great expectations To the perfumed halls of Allah, for their time in the sun" "And we were stokin' the fires and oilin' up the machinery Until the Gods found out

So why can't you see that I'm the one Wish I could buy a limosine I'd fill it up and pick you up and Drive you to your dreams But when you get out on

From the first hello you gave to me I've done nothing else but smile And I know you're in a hurry but its gonna take a while. So forgive me if we go slow