On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street
Violent ash smokers shook a chocolate machine
Involved in an eating scene
Smashing into neon lights in their stoners
Smearing their eyes on the crazy called goddess
Listening to sounds of Mingus Mellow Fantastic
"My, my," they sigh
"My, my," they sigh
In dollhouse rooms with colored lights swinging
Strange music boxes sadly tinkling
Drinking the sun, shining all around you
"My, my," they sigh
"My, my," they sigh
The magician, he sparkles in satin and velvet
You gaze at his splendor with eyes you've not used yet
I tell you his name is love, love, love
"My, my," they sigh
"My, my," they sigh
