I’m a pretty little tulip in a poppy patch
better not pick me
you’re the honey-tongued Yanker with the yen for the cash
better not trick me
somebodycalledIforgotwhoitwas,“Anoriginalbandwitharegionalbuzz
we can spread you all over the map
cometothecoastandyou’llmeetallthecrewlotsofpartiestoseelotsofpeopletodo”
they were falling right into our trap
in a swank hotel with a monkey motif
royalties everywhere
when they all knelt down singing “Hail To The Chief”
the king was in his underwear
showmonologuestheygotponiesanddogstheywereshovelingitonwewerequarteredanddrawn
to the big black tower in the haze
momI’minHollywoodlookslikethemoney’sgoodbetterskedaddlethey’rewiningusdiningus
gimme a pen
got any gum?
here come
halcyon days
we’re catching rays
halcyon days
we’re riding big, big waves
halcyon days
we’re shifting phase
halcyon days
these are the halcyon days
I could have been a lawyer
I could have been a priest
I could have been a musician
but I chose to do this
ahh, ahh
the world is dancing faster, faster all the time
and I’m proud to make the muzak that covers up the crime
IgotManilowsoulIgotchicksalaStingandIco-writethesongsthatmakethewholeworldsing
andIkissuptonooneexceptMTV
so pluck your magic twanger, froggie
halcyon days
we’re catching rays
halcyon days
we’re riding big, big waves
halcyon days
we’re shifting phase
halcyon days
these are the halcyon days