Procol Harum - Well, I ... lyrics

Ain't no doubt about it

Ain't gonna shout about it: oh yeah

Gonna have to keep you guessing

Ain't no use in you confessing

Ain't no use for you to mumble

You know where [or 'nowhere'?] if you just fumble

You better start, start counting your blessings

Not one ... two ... three ...

It's a grumble, [greeble?], new york concrete jungle