Tin Man America, (#4 in 1974)

Sometimes late when things are real and people share the gift of gab
Between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait and catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shells
    But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Ma That he didn't, didn't already have
    And Cause never was the reason for the evening
    Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down / soapsud green like bubbles

Repeat chorus ad nauseum 

So please believe in me