Underneath the opal moon, People shimmer by - they treat me like a snowman, Found inside a trashcan. Crave white yellow and cherries brown and I dance Awhile - and treat me like a snowman, drive me like A wildman, faror for a white boy blues. If it's a word, I was overwild. Stay for a wonderful while with a suncomforted smile. 'Cos when we kiss my heart pulsates into A bossa nova beat - and treat me like a snowman, Drive me like a wildman faror for a white boy blues. But mostly I sit and I sleep in a Holiday bin With all of my friends... There can be such music as would kill a man, Instantly, Inner objectives rule under the opal moon... Under the opal moon: white boy blues.