Tub Ring - Hands Lyrics

Peter Held His Masterpiece

In All Six Of His Hands

Reactions There Were Natural

But Never Quite As Grand And



Hands Held The Breakfast Food

Hands Held It Tight

Hands Made It Understood

Hands Throughout The Night



Sara Was A Working Girl

She Traveled Through The Land

She Made A Mini-fortune

And She Held It In Her Hands And



Hands Are A Euphemism

Hands Hold It Tight

Hands Clap A Simple Rhythm

Hands Throughout The Night

And Hands



Gary Lost His Sunday Paper

Somewhere In The Sand

The Only Proof Of Ownership

Was Ink Left On His Hands And



Hands Count The Numbers Out

Hands Hold It Tight

Hands Make The Natives Shout

Hands Throughout The Night



And I've Got A Big Gun

It Weighs At Least A Ton

I'm Not The Only One

Who Holds It In His Hands