River's getting higher No wood for the fire They saw the messiah But I guess I missed him again That brings my score up to a hundred and ten The water's getting closer Better ring up the grocer Stack up the potatoes Oh, Jack are you ever comin' back? Will your operatic soul turn back? Keep me turning, oh keep me on Keep me burning, for your sun Keep me turning Don't you leave me till the very last Keep me turning, I'm hanging on Stop me yearning, I've had enough Keep me turning While I hand in my backstage pa** Children a-smilin', parents a-whinin', Bow-tie tiein', for the big day ahead real soon... Is there really gonna be no room? I got the ticket, just gotta get past the thicket... They say that the trick is to walk in backwards like you're walkin' out- I guess the Lord's wearin' gla**es now. Keep me turning, oh keep me on Keep me burning, for your sun Keep me turning Don't you leave me till the very last Keep me turning, I'm hanging on Stop me yearning, I've had enough Keep me turning While I hand in my backstage pa** Keep me turning, keep me on Keep me burning, for your sun Keep me turning Don't you leave me till the very last Keep me turning, I'm hanging on Stop me yearning, I've had enough Keep me turning While I hand in my backstage pa** Keep me turning, keep me turning Turning, turning, turning, turning...