[Verse 1]

Lay it out, flesh it out in front of me

What do you perceive to be, most precious?

And it could be thrown away with no residue

But I don't care, I've a paddle spare and it's sufficient

[Chorus]

Let me not be a clanging gong

Or a crashing cymbal

Let me not be a clanging gong

Or a crashing cymbal

Else I've got it wrong

[Verse 2]

I got it wrong again

I am aligned again

I got it wrong again

I am aligned again

[Chorus]

Let me not be a clanging gong

Or a crashing cymbal

Let me not be a clanging gong

Or a crashing cymbal

Else I've got it wrong