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