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