Alô, Alô Marciano

Well too much of nothing Can make a man feel ill at ease One man's temper might start to rise And another man's might freeze And there's a day of long confession We cannot mock the soul But when there's too much of nothing No one has control Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Well too much of nothing Can make a man abuse his king Well he can walk down streets and boast like most But it don't mean a thing It's all been done before It's all been written in the book But when there's too much of nothing Nobody should look Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Well too much of nothing Can turn a man into a liar It can cause some man to sleep on nails And another one to eat fire Well everybody's doing something I saw it in a dream But when there's too much of nothing It makes a fellow mean Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion