Fantastic

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