Oboe Concerto. All the best ones are dead. And there's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. There's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. Oboe concerto. All I do is drink to absent friends. And there's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. There's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. The older generation have tried sighed & died. Which pushes me to their place queue. Round rhythm goes round. Round round rhythm of life goes round. Round the rhythm goes round. Round round rhythm of life goes round. Round the rhythm goes round. Round round rhythm of life goes round. Round the rhythm goes round. Round round rhythm of life goes round