the brainless
    mechanic from Harvard University
sat on the edge
of a smoke filled room
     diddly
doo

wop
    diddly doo
wop
wop wop

      speak up children

for the dreams of your life

 
profound poodles

and noodles

sit tight
sit right
don't fight

and ladies in boots, hats
 and gloves
 stretching their arms

they don't work on farms 
 
stretching their arms
 for taxis on
  on 57th street

 but there's too much construction noise

  "Hey Taxi"
  but it flys by
                   and leaves a puddle in disguise
as a secret agent
   and the why and wherefore

 and there is no god
   not even
  in the little things
       but

 you should come out and play cards with us