Peter Bjorn and John

I say, I say, I say, I say
1, 2, 3, 4 out of 5 ain鈥檛 bad
And once you鈥檙e in
It really doesn鈥檛 feel so crammed

You win, you win, just a little, but you win
That pretty face is telling lies
It鈥檚 plaster more than skin
But it鈥檚 good enough, you win

Where did it all go right?
You make plans that you don鈥檛 stick to
If I鈥檓 ill then you feel sick too
Ain鈥檛 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鈥檛 take notice
October you try to ignore us
November you look so gloomy
December you give in to me
Ain鈥檛 it strange?