Titel: WIND HIM UP Interpret: SAGA -------------------------------------------------------------------- Aldo's standing at his table and he's wondering if he's able To pick the number right this time. He watches as the wheel stops spinning, Sees the number that is winning, as he reaches for his glass of wine Once he starts it's hard to stop, He's keepin' up a pace like a tight wound clock. Be sure you don't step in his way, He'll keep those numbers rolling - this may be his last day. Wind him up, he can't stop. He keeps on going 'round the clock, That's winding it's second hand down. As all the bets are taken Aldo lights a smoke, he's shakin' From carnation right to the ground. He knows tonight holds one last chance 'n gives the wheel a final glance - Slippery fingers drop the money down. Once he starts it's hard to stop, He's keeping up a pace like a tight wound clock - And as he leaves the table, 'No luck today", You can rest assured he's comin' back to try again. Wind him up, he can't stop. He's wound up tight just like the clock, That's winding it's second hand down. Wind him up, he can't stop. He keeps on going 'round the clock, . . . Wind him up, he can't stop. He's wound up tight just like the clock, . . . Wind him up, he can't stop. He keeps on going 'round the clock, . . .
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