He walks along singing his fairy song
Picking up magic that grows at his feet.
She says the same her peculiar way
Dreaming good fortune on everyones street.
Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskeys the rage,
Ill send you a jug in the morning.
It is absurd to live in a cage,
You know theres got to be something better.
As they go by, dont look with eagles eyes
Smile on your jailers until they grow weak.
Nothing can compare to something thats almost there
To tear up the madness that all of us seek.
Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskeys the rage,
Ill send you a jug in the morning.
It is absurd to live in a cage,
You know theres got to be something better.
