I hear the bells Down in the canyon, it's Snow in New York Some blue December, I'm Gone to the moon Without you, girl, and I'm Calling to you Throughout the world and well I can Hear the bells are Ringing joyful and triumphant and
I hear the bells They are like emeralds, and Glints in the night Commas and ampersands Your moony face So inaccessible Your inner mind So inexpressible
I'm seeking girls In sales and marketing Let's go make out Up in the balcony Your business dress So businesslike and I'm Tossing the blouse Over a chairback and
You snooze, you lose Well I have snost and lost I'm pushing through I'll disregard the cost I hear the bells So fascinating and I'll slug it out I'm sick of waiting