Muffle the drums
Behold a new century comes
Who was it all the amphetamine presidents
And their busy wives?
Or did Manhattan crumble
The day Marilyn died?
Dreaming dreams
Somehow connected with a silver screen
Half-closed eyes, then you realize
Loving the life, and that's paradise
I dream a technicolor fade
I dream a parade
Like some bop house, flophouse serenade
Every dog must have his day
Come on, come on, we're going through
Aha, Broadway savage and Fifth Avenue too
Yo, yo, we got a permit from the man, hey
And all the major players in all the five boroughs too believe
This is the ramshackle day parade
Of all those lost, unborn and unmade
And lose heads got filled with a neon lava
And remain buried underneath this road
Just come marching out
One time for Christmas, one time for doubt, yup
Never to know what is truth
And so the new century came
And somehow they have forgotten her name, and
We're going on through
We're going on through
Going on through
We're going on through
♪
A little technicolor fade
I dream of parade
This is a fantastic ramshackle day
For a ramshackle parade
♪
After the deranged cowboys
Bring out the banners of Stalingrad, come on
Hey, lost ghost battalions
Lied, lied, follow their lies
Because this is the
(Ramshackle day parade)
Have a fantastic ramshackle type of day
(Ramshackle day parade)
This is the type of day, hey
(Ramshackle day parade) five-star limousine, battalion limousine
This is the travel day
This is ramshackle day parade
You don't get no free lemonade