Sweet

And if they fade we might see them better

'Cause as they are we can't see them at all

It's a parade with a band and a boat full of sound

A mechanical monkey that walks on a ball

And they're passing by and the crowd is crying

And they're stopping waving

To the people raving

Here comes a float with a shimmering mermaid

Kisses are blown to the folks one and all

Riding a goat is a lizard in formal attire

Cracking its whip as the ticker tape falls

And the wind is crying and the cloth is flying

And they're stopping waving

To the people raving

And so they fade and everything's better

And I don't care if I see them at all

Back to the place where the sun never shines on their skin

Back to their place in the shadows they crawl

And they're passing by and the crowd is crying

And they're stopping waving

To the people raving

And the wind is crying and the cloth is flying

And they're passing by

And the crowd is crying