Pushing thru the market
  square
  so many mothers sighing
  News had just come over,
  we had five years left to cry in
    News guy wept and told us
  earth was really dying
  Cried so much his face was wet
  then I knew he was not lying
    I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
  I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
  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 I'd need so many people
    A girl my age went off her head
  hit some tiny children
  If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
    A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel 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 ice-cream parlour
  drinking milk shakes cold and long
  Smiling and waving and looking so fine
  don't think you knew you were in this song
    And it was cold and it rained 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, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
    We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
  We've got five years, what a surprise
  We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
  We've got five years, that's all we've got