Bret McKenzie - Rambling Through the Avenues of Time lyrics

[Bret] I was wandering through the streets of the city Rambling through the avenues of time When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl And by chance her eyes fell onto mine So I sat and I acted all nonchalant She smoked her lavender cigarette Reading the future that lay in my hands My shadow played a ba** clarinet [Jemaine Clement] (Where are you going with this, Bret?) [Bret] We waltzed down a moonlit boulevard Just two silhouettes in the mist [Jemaine Clement] (Oh, yes?) [Bret] Days went by and years went by Moments went by when we kissed [Jemaine Clement] (When was this?) [Bret] She said, "Your beard is woven of heartache And we'll drink for the lonely tonight." And the moon is a horny old drunkard [Jemaine Clement] (Ah, Bret. Could you please move over to your right?) [Bret] We drank dandelion wine and we reminisced About the moment when we first met that day [Jemaine Clement] (I'm trying to watch TV9) [Bret] Then we reminisced about how we first reminisced [Jemaine Clement] (Oh yeah? ...Sounds a bit gay.) [Bret] She handed me a broken memory A keepsake to forevermore say That a brief taste of love is as sweet as any And with that, she made her way [Jemaine Clement] (Oh yeah. What was her name?) [Bret] She said her name was a secret Then she said her name was Cherie [Jemaine Clement] (Is her middle name Cherie, so it's "A Secret Cherie", maybe?) [Bret] Mm .. Maybe [Jemaine Clement] (What did she look like?) [Bret] She looked like a Parisian river [Jemaine Clement] (What, dirty?) [Bret] She looked like a chocolate eclair [Jemaine Clement] (That's rare) [Bret] Her eyes were reflections of eyes [Jemaine Clement] (Oh, nice) [Bret] And the rainbows danced in her hair [Jemaine Clement] (Oh yeah..) [Bret] She reminded me of a winter's morning [Jemaine Clement] (What, frigid?) [Bret] Her perfume was eau de toilette [Jemaine Clement] (What's that mean?) [Bret] She was comparable to Cleopatra [Jemaine Clement] (Quite old?) [Bret] She was like Shakespeare's Juliet [Jemaine Clement] (Thirteen?!) [Bret] The bohemians of Soho did pirouettes As we waltzed through the streets of Manhattan On rivers of ribbon and sailboats of song [Jemaine Clement] (Bret, did any of this actually happen?) [Bret] The girl I described, she's as real as the wind It's true I saw her today The other details are inventions Because I prefer her that way