Cabaret license

I haven't been by since

It goes against all that I've learned

But it seems that the tables have turned



But could we have stopped it

We all get co opted

To some kind of system it seems

But they can't take away can't take away all our dreams



Like the one where I'm in a balloon

Floating above I can see the marquee and the moon

The monkey the dog and Neptune



They're all in good spirits

I'm happy to hear it

But haven't the sweetest idea

To me buzz is onomatopoeia



Will something be happening soon

To settle the difference between the marquee and the moon

They're passing the torch, knife and spoon



And so it goes

I guess there are those

Who want to get out like me

Yeah



Their clientele

Can go to hell

If they want to get in for free

But hell ain't a bad place to be

Yeah



Am I any different than either the moon or marquee

Oh, not a lot if you ask me



Cabaret license

I've been coming by since

The action continued past two

Before this what did we used to do