Too Much Of Nothing - Fotheringay

Well, too much of nothing

Can make a man fell 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.

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 doin’somethin'

I saw it in a dream

But when there’s too much of nothing

It just makes a fellow mean.