One, two, three, four
Pretty pendant, descendant of joy
Return the father to the boy
Resent your past, repent at last
We are only lines on a map
Calendars oh, and clocks
Oh, and hickory docks
Find a feeling that feels okay
Find another to blow it away
Who are you? And who am I?
Please, don't ask me, I'll break down and cry
Calendars, oh, and clocks
Oh, and hickory docks
Nothing more
Than the seashells on the sea shore
Nothing more
Than the church bell that rings no more
Nothing more
Than the scenes behind a closed door
Nothing more
Than the rich, the penniless, poor
Nothing more
No, nothing more
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
And tick tock