Year in Song Lyrics

The year in song
The year in music
A week in song
A day in song
Joy is the aim
Joy is the aim

Now hit those gleaming faces
Hard, though they'll try to miss it
You would do the same for others
Look now it's ready
Is it?
Ready to put you under like sedation

The year in song
The year in music
A week in song
A day in song

Joy is the aim

Sitting on beats all wind-up toys
Sitting on breast all wind-up noise
Am d*** noise and am sitting on it
I'm d*** noise and I'm sitting on it
I'm sitting on it
Pretty soon too much
Pretty soon too much
Pretty soon too much, too soon, too much

Joy is the aim, eh joy?
Is the aim, eh joy?

Double or nothing
It is all for one and something's
Ready to blow you up, then I blow it1
Treat me I'm getting low
High up where floaters go
Ready to put you under my light sedation
I'm ready to throw you under like sedation
I'm not ready to go under
I'm not ready to go under
Eh pretty
Ape pretty
Ah, that's too much
Ah I love that
Oh that ta-ta music
Ah, what ta-ta music?
Oh that ta-ta music
What?

Is the aim eh? Joy?
Joy
Joy is the aim
Eh Joy
Is the aim, eh joy?