Vārdi: Paul Simon. When Numbers Get Serious.

I have a number in my head
Though I don't know why it's there
When numbers get serious
You see their shape everywhere

Dividing and multiplying
Exchanging with ease
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers are easy to please

Take my address, take my phone, oh
Call me if you can
Here's my address, here's my phone, now
Please don't give it to some madman

Hey hey, whoa whoa
It's complicated life
Numbers swirling thick and curious
Cut them with a knife
You can cut them with a knife

Two times two is twenty-two
Four times four is forty-four
When numbers get serious
They leave a mark on your door

Urgent, urgent
A telephone is ringing in the hallways
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers will speak to us always

That is why a man with numbers
Can put your mind at ease
We've got numbers by the trillions
Here and overseas

Hey hey, whoa whoa
Look at the stink about Japan
All those numbers waiting patiently
Don't you understand?
Don't you understand?

So wrap me, wrap me, wrap me do
In the shelter of your arms
I am ever your volunteer
I won't do you any harm

I will love innumerably
You can count on my word
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers will always be heard

When times are mysterious
Serious numbers will always be heard

And after all is said and done
And the numbers all come home
The four rolls into three
The three turns into two
And the two becomes a one