I will write you a song
Before the end of eternity
I shall dance in the sun
I will revive absurdity

I shall turn flicks in the ballroom
I will teach us to dance
Just out of the ordinary
I shall adopt a new stance

I will gather Bohemians
We will sit in the sand
You shall watch the comedian
File his libertine stand

The flower is yet to blossom
Before the end of its days
and shall break out of its coffin
To show you its true face