How can I fly with these old doggy wings
While the magpie sings some shiny song
Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me
In the elevator
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl
Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine
So don't you bother me, d**h, with your leathery ways
And your old chaise lounge
Wickerman's fence of leathery tires
And the cook's gone mad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
When you're submarine
Head like a stream she says softly to me
From the rattling chair
Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
My medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream