Moon Fart

Slides in
Quietly
With the breeze
With the breeze.
Such majesty is
Common place,
Like the wind
Like the wind.
The wind that knocked down my city
Like a twig
Like a twig.
But the NYC is poppin’
Like a dream
Like a dream.
Big fat half moon rolls in
Like a dream,
Like a dream.
Ed Koch is dead
With a dream,
With a dream.

Peace out ’86,
Like a dream,
Like a dream.