You walk Surrounded by the stars For many days And you knock At the gates of night No answer
But you walk in With your decrees And you go out With shaking knees A street-sweeper appears Makes your dusty feet clean Come and jump On my Are-You-Tired machine At sunrise
You play your violin On Napoleon's nose A cop comes and says You're one of those But you jump Into the trumpet of a clown And you say to yourself Maybe I should leave this town?
You walk Beside the twilight street Jewel of the town And you pass The make-up zoo Where hungry people meet
They ask you And you give them All you need For a trip to the South Maybe you think What sort of idiot am I Without a bone in my mouth And you turn to the sunrise
You see a famous face Behind a golden fence A voice sounds round the corner: "This is your very last chance!" But you laugh Like the son of a kangaroo I don't believe the TV screen! I don't believe you too!