he walks along singing his fairy song

Picking up magic that grows at his feet.

She says the same her peculiar way

Dreaming good fortune on everyone's street.



Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,

I'll send you a jug in the morning.

It is absurd to live in a cage,

You know there's got to be something better.



As they go by, don't look with eagle's eyes

Smile on your jailers until they grow weak.

Nothing can compare to something that's almost there

To tear up the madness that all of us seek.



Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,

I'll send you a jug in the morning.

It is absurd to live in a cage,

You know there's got to be something better.




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