The Bullfrog Opera

We're sleeping out in the forest again Far from the cities and the streets But if we close our eyes and we improvise We can make it to New York in our dreams The moon becomes a street lamp in Central Park And the river is a train Brooklyn-bound The stars turn into pearls on high-heeled girls Getting ready for a night on the town Let's take them to the bullfrog opera And the racoon's masquerade ball We've got Broadway tickets To see a line of crickets And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall Our tent starts looking like the Plaza Hotel Tonight we'll sleep like we're rich The trees grow to equate The size of the Empire State And the trail becomes the Tri-borough Bridge We're sittin' frontrow at Nature's symphony show With the winds, the reeds, and the strings We wait for the piano to que the soprano Cause it's not over till the fat lady sings She's singing in the the bullfrog opera And the racoon's masquerade ball We've got Broadway tickets To see a line of crickets And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall We're singing in the bullfrog opera And the racoon's masquerade ball We've got Broadway tickets To see a line of crickets And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall