I saw a lonely dog Strolling right beside the roadway With feathers on his paws Howling ever so slowly Sniffing at the air at no one in particular Rolling out the tongue At a victimless visitor Why do the crickets sing to you with such butterscotch generosity From underneath those coconut trees and distinct virtuosity Maybe it's Strawberry Vision Twist me up a nice illusion Dream me up something sugary Pastel shade of melody Fooling it all to look like that that way It spoke to right then Like an old worn out silk drum Right after that low growl had turned into a hum It as it laid down way back Far far inside my mind I heard a dry sound spinning from behind Why do the birds cuckoo to you Mocking the sound of cellophane Slowly escaping into the air to slide down my window pain Maybe it's Strawberry Vision Twist me up a nice illusion Dream me up something sugary Pastel shade of melody Fooling it all to look like that that way