You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row.
But it’s home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women
They’ll drive you crazy, they’ll drive you insane
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
I saw a werewolf drinking a piña colada at Trader Vic’s / And his hair was perfect
Her long blonde hair
Hangin’ down around her knees
All the cats who dig striptease
Prayin’ for a little breeze
Give me it down to there,
Shoulder length or longer
Comb out your long blonde hair
We’ll ride the waves till someone wakes us
They called you the hyacinth girl
White flower alone in the woods
They called you the hyacinth girl
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl
One potato, two potato, three potato, four
Open up Cinnamon I want more.
One banana, two banana, three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more.
Over hill and highway the banana buggies go
Comin’ on to bring you the Banana Splits show
One bad apple don’t spoil the whole bunch, girl.
Oh, give it one more try
before you give up on love, girl.
You are the sweetness in my eyes
You are an apple in disguise
You are the juice I need for life
You are the sweetness in my eyes
(carrying on with my own personal theme)
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
People came from miles around and everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air
And over in the corner, much to my surprise
Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan’s shoes, wearing his disguise
Well, we all have a face that we hide away forever
And we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.
Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk, and some are leather.
They’re the faces of The Stranger, but we’d love to try them on.
People are strange, when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Mary, Mary, why you buggin?
Mary, did you know?
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be