4 Out of 5

I say, I say, I say, I say 1, 2, 3, 4 out of 5 ain’t bad And once you’re in It really doesn’t feel so crammed You win, you win, just a little, but you win That pretty face is telling lies It’s plaster more than skin But it’s good enough, you win Where did it all go right? You make plans that you don’t stick to If I’m ill then you feel sick too Ain’t it strange? Come down, come down Just a tiny bit come down And when the saints go marching in One saint will get you with one swing So please give up and come down Did it all go right? September you don’t take notice October you try to ignore us November you look so gloomy December you give in to me Ain’t it strange?