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