Colin Linden

I waited on the doorstep like a good boy
I did the things I thought that I should do
I held my tongue and I held my breath forever
And all I want is to get to you

But it takes a hammer, a hammer, a hammer and weight
To get to you
It takes a hammer, a hammer, a hammer and weight
To get to you

All I want is to give you something
To sing my sweet songs of romance
I didn't go to the conservatory
But I hope you like my little dance

Cause it takes a hammer, a hammer, a hammer and weight
To get to you
It takes a hammer, a hammer, a hammer and weight
To get to you

I got a machine to answer my phone
In case you call and I'm not home
I don't want to seem like I'm in a hurry
But the firewood's getting low
And I'm starting to worry

I don't want to go to every party
I don't need some fool to cover up my tracks
All I want is to tell this story
But only if my conscience can remain intact

Cause it takes a hammer, a hammer, a hammer and weight
To get to you
It takes a hammer, a hammer, a hammer and weight
To get to you