We're sleeping out in the forest again
Far from the cities and the streets
But if we close our eyes and we improvise
We can make it to New York in our dreams
The moon becomes a street lamp in Central Park
And the river is a train Brooklyn-bound
The stars turn into pearls on high-heeled girls
Getting ready for a night on the town
Let's take them to the bullfrog opera
And the racoon's masquerade ball
We've got Broadway tickets
To see a line of crickets
And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall
Our tent starts looking like the Plaza Hotel
Tonight we'll sleep like we're rich
The trees grow to equate
The size of the Empire State
And the trail becomes the Tri-borough Bridge
We're sittin' frontrow at Nature's symphony show
With the winds, the reeds, and the strings
We wait for the piano to que the soprano
Cause it's not over till the fat lady sings
She's singing in the the bullfrog opera
And the racoon's masquerade ball
We've got Broadway tickets
To see a line of crickets
And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall
We're singing in the bullfrog opera
And the racoon's masquerade ball
We've got Broadway tickets
To see a line of crickets
And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall