This is the third of June, eighty eight A highly day Some airplane gliding 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 street wearing their ties around their neck Like towels after a fight Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit 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, your name of June, end of game
No looking to the No to the left is a target, always on track Lenny is a target, nobody Lenny is a target the route Ruins of a childs old Ruins of a was Miami Lenny is a target, nobody is a target lost the route
Who's that, that, what do you mean never know when I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your Third of June, end of
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit a barber shop Looked at his Took off his Put it on the on it And started like a monk from another world After some minutes, he had a little Which disappeared a police car passed by slowly rolling gloom And Mr. Toomy throws his 'til he was the only one in the area At this early of June third, nineteen eighty eight
Who's that, what's that, do you mean I'll know when I lost my dream that, what's that, gimme your name Third of June, end of