-Verse-. Blue light guitars. And tropical breeze. Hummingbirds mime the words. As they dance in the trees. It's a flashback kind of crowd. It's a cabaret sound.
-Chorus-. Follow in my wake, you've not that much at stake. For I have plowed the seas, and smoothed the troubled waters. Come along and let's have some fun, the hard work has been done.
Scratch my back with a lightnin' bolt,. thunder rolls like a bass drum note,. The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band. . We all fell down from the Milky Way,.