One, two, three You might remember this conversation when you get older You may recall the warning signs by the road But if you lose all recollection or misplace your sense of direction Here's a quarter, taped to the number of my phone When childish habits are slow to die You might look up and wonder why Things snowball in the twinkling of an eye You could be paying for the present on expenses You might realize your biggest lies on a movie screen You could be living in a mansion, your corporation in expansion With a broken heart, that far exceeds your wildest dreams When childish habits are slow to die You might look up and wonder why Things snowball in the twinkling of an eye Somewhere way under the rainbow Dragging round an empty pot of glue Bruised and confused, it could happen to you Seeing for the first time that dreams can come true I was living free up the stairs from a mortuary He could hear me bring the bodies home at night He tried to say, "I was just like you", I shouted back, "You're an old fool" He said, "Listen" and I told him, "I'd rather die", but I changed my mind 'Cause childish habits are slow to die You might look up and wonder why Things snowball, things snowball, things snowball In the twinkling of an eye