I push the needle through 
Knitting something nice for you 
And I guess I always should 
Measure twice with eyes and wood 

I push the needle through 
In hopes of finding something beautiful 
Felt the lines go through the wool 
Felt them give and push and pull 

Money, money absolute 
How can you run with nothing new? 
All you got was knitted goods 
All you got was knitted goods