Текст песни
I'm sitting in the corner, old folks keep on swinging.
Nothing needing fixing, nothing left to prove.
Funny how the whole world starts to gently move.
Quarter in the jukebox, shoes off our feet.
Everybody bringing joy to the street.
Nothing needing fixing, nothing left to prove.
Funny how the whole world starts to gently move.
Quarter in the jukebox, shoes off our feet.
Everybody bringing joy to the street.