Sewing Up Crap

I don't know I don't know Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain A cut-price empire, clean-cut lines A perfect body and a dirty mind The rules of this game Say we all look the same Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain We'll put a spin on it We'll take a pencil to it We'll make a virtue out of Keeping oh so quiet about it I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain Talk about child's play, count the birthdays A stitch in time says, "Just look the other way" The rules of this game Say you don't know her name Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain We'll span a hundred years for it We'll make a killing out of it And we'll corner the market By keeping oh so quiet about it Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap (Chain) Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap (Chain) Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap (Chain) Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap (Chain) Working for the gap (Chain) Sewing up crap One up the chimney goes Two hawks a tray of matches Three braves the weaving floor All pray for the life of four Five down the pit descends Six plows in fields and meadows Seven spins the hand loom round Eight lies in th' burial ground One up the chimney goes Two hawks a tray of matches Three braves the weaving floor All pray for the life of four