Muffle the drums Behold, a new century comes Was it all the amphetamine presidents And their busy wives Or did Manhattan crumble The day Marilyn died? Dreaming dreams Somehow connected with a silver screen Half-closed eyes, then you realize Loving the life, and that's paradise I dream a technicolor fade I dream a parade Like some bop house Flophouse serenade Every dog must have his day Come on, come on, we're going through [?] Broadway [?] and Fifth Avenue too Yo, yo, we got a permit from the man, hey And all the major players in all the five Boroughs [?] This is the ramshackle day parade Of all those lost, unborn, and unmade And whose heads got filled with a neon lava And remain buried underneath this road Just come marching out One time for Christmas, one time for doubt, yup Never to know what is true And so the new century came And somehow They have forgotten her name, and We're going on through We're going on through We're going on through We're going on through A little technicolor fade I dream a parade This is a fantastic ramshackle day For a ramshackle parade After the deranged cowboys Bring out the banners of Stalingrad, come on Hey, lost coast battalions [?] because This is the (ramshackle day parade) Have a fantastic ramshackle type of day (Ramshackle day parade) This is the [?] day, hey (Ramshackle day parade) five-star limousine [?] [?] okay This is the ramshackle day parade If you don't get no free lemonade