This is the of June, nineteen eighty eight A unimportant day Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds Manhattan In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a The city was slow and The wall street boys their ties around their neck Like boxers after a fight Mr. Toomy his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
Who's that, what's that, do you mean never know where I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your 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 target the route of a childs old fantasy Ruins of a was Miami Lenny is a target, nobody Lenny is a target lost the
Who's that, what's that, what do you I'll never know when I my dream that, what's that, gimme your name Third of June, end of
Mr. Toomy stopped his suit outside a barber shop Looked at his Took off his Put it on the on it And started preaching like a monk from world some minutes, he had a little crowd Which disappeared when a police car passed by Like gloom And Mr. Toomy his voice 'til he was the only one in the area At this early night of June third, nineteen eight
Who's that, what's that, do you mean I'll never know when I my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme name Third of June, end of