This is the third of June, nineteen eight A highly day Some gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a The city was slow and The wall street boys wearing 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, what do you I'll never where I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme name Third of June, end of
No to the right No looking to the Lenny is a target, on track is a target, nobody shoots Lenny is a target lost the of a childs old fantasy Ruins of a was Miami is a target, nobody shoots Lenny is a target lost the
that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your of June, end of game
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit a barber shop Looked at his off his jacket Put it on the on it And preaching like a monk from another world some minutes, he had a little crowd Which disappeared a police 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
that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your Third of June, end of