At the edge of the moon there’s a lonely man
And he blows on his horn as strong as he can
And the girl at the bar wipes the breath of winter away
With a smile of her face
And a little black dog barks along with a loon
Is this my appointment or did I come too soon
Got a strange invitation for teatime ’twas given by somebody
I can’t recall
It’s the middle of the riddle
It’s not very serious
It’s nothing but a big surprise
And the president’s horse is a rabbit of course
That is livin’ in a big boy’s mind
Livin’ in a big boy’s mind
And I skate on a knife on a wire
That is strung from this song to a distant shore
And then I say
Intuition is just another phase of chance
While we’re walking the old pyramid’s floors
(little pharaoh’s)
And the little black dog
Here is comes again
He’s a true companion in a foreign land
On a quest for the valley of boojum’s and birthday’s
And phone calls I cannot recall
It’s the middle of the riddle
It’s not very serious
It’s nothing but a big surprise
And the president’s horse is a rabbit of course
That is livin’ in a big boy’s mind
We’re livin’ in a big boy’s mind
Livin’ in a big boys mind
All of man shan’t talk to the man at the helm
And the man at the helm shall talk to no one
Shall talk to no one at all
(rule forty-two)
And a horse is a rabbit of course
(yes indeed)
Yes, a horse is a rabbit of course