Last night I dreamed
I's a lonely tramp...
And on the road I met one
Of my dear old friends.
His giant boat shoes
And black, baggy trousers
Were topped by a funny hat,
Cane and moustache...
I said “Hi Charlie,
What are you doing here?”
He said “I don't really know -
I ain't never seen that place before
In my whole life;
But it looks like a mixture
'Tween Hell and Paradise...

While we were talking
'Bout the good ol' times
We came 'cross a junction -
Heard the ringing of chimes:
We saw skyscraping buildings
With hundreds of millions
We saw thousands of streets
Fenced by green plastic trees...
Well some of these people
Were teeming just like ants -
Whereas some of them equalled
Tamed elephants.
Well, some of these people
Were enjoying very cruel games
Letting them others
Have all the blames...

We just looked at each other
Wonderin' what's this all about
"Well, that ain't no problem -
Let's go and find out!"
So we proudly marched towards
These frightening huge towers
Built as high as the clouds
And a smell of dead flowers

The first one we met there
Was a young girl with red bair
And curls looking very nice
Her we asked for advice.
She's just looking through us
As if we were plain air -
She just didn't care…

We both were bewildered,
Friend Charlie and I,
And turned towards a grown-up man
With a gray suit and tie.
Charles put him a question;
Something like "Hey, good friend,
Could you please tell us
The name of this land?
'S if nothing had happened
He sternly walked past us
Not a single frown his face did show
While he took the elevator
To the eleventh floor…

Well, Charlie and I
Felt the same disillusion.
Back out on the street
We couldn't cope with confusion
Any longer. No more
We could bear like before
To stare into faces
Carved out of stone...

Puzzled by this labyrinth
We felt quite alone
So we're desparately trying
To find our way home.
And we came 'cross a junction -
Heard the ringing of chimes again -
Again and again and again
Then we saw the church standing
Directly on the edge of town
There's a sign on the front gate
An'its words made us frown:

This is New York town
'Tis no place for a stranger
'Tis no place for a clown

And there's a flag on the steeple
Fixed to it by certain people:

'Tis Saturn City
'Tis a city on Earth
There's no place for pity
Mercy's nothing worth

Well, now at least we knew
Where we were...
Thanks Heaven - it was only a dream!
Dream?...