The riddle of the single strand theory
I'm a pretty little tulip in a poppy patch
Better not pick me
You're the honey-tongued Yanker with the yen for the cash
Better not trick me
Somebody called
I forgot who he was
"An original band with
A regional buzz
We can spread you all over the map
Come to the coast
And you'll meet all the crew
Lots of parties to see
Lots of people to do"
They were falling right into our trap
In a swank hotel with a monkey motif
Royalties everywhere
When they all knelt down singing "Hail To The Chief"
The king was in his underwear
Show monologues
They got ponies and dogs
They were shoveling it on
We were quartered and drawn
To the big black tower in the haze
Mom I'm in Hollywood
Looks like their money's good
Better skedaddle
They're wining us dining us
Gimme a pen
Got any gum?
Here come
Halcyon days
We're catching rays
Halcyon days
We're riding big, big waves
Halcyon days
We're shifting phase
Halcyon days
These are the halcyon days
I could have been a lawyer
I could have been a priest
I could have been a musician
But I chose to do this
Ahh, ahh
Yeah, the world is dancing faster
Faster all the time
And I'm proud to make the muzak
That covers up the crime
I got Manilow soul
I got chicks a la Sting
And I co-write the songs
That make the whole world sing
And I kiss up to no one except MTV
So pluck your magic twanger, froggie
Halcyon days
We're catching rays
Halcyon days
We're riding big, big waves
Halcyon days
We're shifting phase
Halcyon days
These are the halcyon days
Halcyon days
We're catching rays
Halcyon days
We're riding big, big waves
Halcyon days
We're shifting phase
Halcyon days
These are the halcyon days
Halcyon days
These are the halcyon days
Halcyon days