This is the of June, nineteen eighty eight A unimportant day Some airplane gliding into one of the clouds over Manhattan In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our in a crowd The city was slow and The street boys wearing their ties around their neck Like boxers towels a fight Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit a barber shop Looked at his face, took off his and stepped on it
Who's that, what's that, what do you I'll never where I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme name of June, end of game
No to the right No looking to the Lenny is a target, always on is a target, nobody shoots Lenny is a lost the route of a childs old fantasy Ruins of a was Miami Lenny is a target, nobody Lenny is a lost the route
Who's that, what's that, what do you I'll never when I lost my dream that, what's that, gimme your name Third of June, end of
Mr. stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop Looked at his Took off his Put it on the on it And started preaching a monk from another world After minutes, he had a little crowd disappeared when a police car passed by slowly Like rolling And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til he was the one in the area At early night of June third, nineteen eighty eight
Who's that, what's that, what do you I'll never know when I lost my Who's that, that, gimme your name of June, end of game