This is the third of June, nineteen eighty A highly day airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a The was slow and tired The wall boys wearing their ties around their neck Like boxers towels after a Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit a barber shop Looked at his face, took off his jacket and on it
Who's that, what's that, do you mean never know where I lost my dream Who's that, that, gimme your name of June, end of game
No looking to the No looking to the Lenny is a target, always on Lenny is a target, shoots Lenny is a lost the route of a childs old fantasy Ruins of a was Miami Lenny is a target, shoots Lenny is a target lost the
Who's that, what's that, do you mean never know when I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, your name of June, end of game
Mr. stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop Looked at his Took off his Put it on the on it And started preaching like a monk from another some minutes, he had a little crowd Which disappeared when a police car passed by Like rolling And Mr. Toomy throws his voice he was the only one in the area At this early night of third, nineteen eighty eight
that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know when I my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your Third of June, end of