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