No Gala

It’s nothing special

Just a day in good health

Loads of free time

Ooh

Nothing to sing about

Just a night, clear as a bell

Glad I'm not blind

Ooh

And there's no gala

No magic

I'm fine, living for real

And no drama

No panic

My cup, so nearly full

Could it spill?

Ooh

It's nothing sacred

We're fine, doing just fine

No wonders or signs

Ooh

And it's so quiet

Nearly stable

I'm fine, living for real

And, no riots, no fables

My cup, so nearly full

Could it spill?

Ooh