You're a law unto yourself
and we don't suffer dreamers
But neither should you walk the eatth alone
So with fingers rolls and folding chairs
And a volley of streamers
We can be there for tweaks and repairs
Should you come back home
We got open arms
For broken hearts
Like yours my boy
Come home again
Tables are for pounding here
And when weve got you surrounded
The man you are will know the boy you were
And you're not the man who fell to earth
You're the man of La Mancha
And we've love enough to light the street
Because everybody's here.
We got open arms
For broken hearts
Like yours my boy
Come home again
Everyone sing
Everyone sing
The moon is out looking for trouble
And everyone sing
Everyone sing
Everyone sing
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle.
And everyone sing.
We got open arms
For broken hearts
Like yours my boy
Come home again