I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and tvâs
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store, everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought Iâd need so many people
A girl of my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadnât a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an icecream parlour
Drinking milkshakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
I donât think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it raind, so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, youâre beautiful, I want you to walk
Weâve got five years, stuck on my eyes, weâve got five years, what a surprise
Weâve got five years, my brain hurts a lot, weâve got five years, thatâs all weâve got
Weâve got five years...