This is the 3rd of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding
into one of the bigger
clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far away
Mr.Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and tired
The Wall Street boys wearing
their ties around their neck
like boxer's
towels after a fight
Mr. Toomy stopped his
pinstripe suit
outside a barber shop
Looked at his face,
took off his jacket
and stepped on it
Who's that, what's that,
what do you mean
I'll never know
where I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that,
gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
<Interluded>
No looking to the right
No looking to the left
Lenny is a target and
always on track
Lenny is a target and
nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Ruins of a child's old fantasy
Ruins of a child was
Lenny is a target and
nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Who's that, what's that,
what do you mean
I'll never know when
I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that,
gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
<Interlude>
Mr. Toomy stopped his
pinstripe suit
outside a barber shop
Looked at his face
Took off his jacket
Put it on the pavement
Stepped on it
And started preaching like a
monk from another world
After some minutes
he had a little crowd
Which dissappeared
when a police car
passed by slowly
Like rolling gloom
And Mr.Toomy throws his voice
'til he was the
only one in the area
At this early night of June
3rd, 1988
<Interlude>
Who's that, what's that,
what do you mean
I'll never know when
I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that,
gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game