Last night I dreamed I was a lonely tramp And on the road I met one of my dear old friends His giant boat shoes and black boggy trousers Were topped by fanny hat, cane of mustache
I said, “Hi Charli, what are you doing here?” He said, “I don’t really know I ain’t never seen that place before In my whole life but it looks like a mixture Between hell and paradise!”
And while we were talking about the good old times We came across a junction and heard the ringing of chimes Saw skyscraping buildings with the hundreds of millions We saw thousands of streets fenced with green plastic trees
Well some of these people were teeming just like ants Whereas some of them equaled trained elephants Well some of these people were enjoying very cruel games Letting them others have all the blame
We just looked at each other, wandering what’s this all about “Well that ain’t no problem, let’s try and find out!” So we proudly marched towards these frightening huge towers Build as high as the clouds and a smell of dead flowers
The first one we met there was a young girl with a red hair, In curls looking very nice, her we asked for advice She just looking through us as if we were plain air Mmm, she just didn’t care!
We both bewildered, friend Charlie and I And turned towards a grown up man with a gray suit and tie Charles put him a question, soothing like “Hey good friend, could you please tell us the name of this land?”
As if nothing had happened, he sternly walked past us Not a single frown his face did show While he took the elevator to the 11th floor No no no!
“Let’s get out of here!”
Well Charlie and I felt the same disillusion Back out of the street, couldn’t cope with confusion Any longer no more, could bear like before To stare into faces carved out of stone
Puzzled by this labyrinth, we felt quite along And we’re desperately trying to find our way home And we came across a junction, heard the ringing of chimes again And again and again and again
And we saw the church standing directly on the edge of town There’s a sign on the front gate, and its words made us frown “This New York town, ‘tis no place for a stranger ‘tis no place for a clown”
And there’s a flag on the steeple fixed to it by certain people ‘tis a Saturn city, ‘tis a city on Earth There’s no place for pity and mercy’s nothing worth
Well, now at feast we knew where we were Thanks Heaven it was only a dream