Mickey Lyrics

the gardener hums a song
about Jehova feeling blue
he must have known before
that the summer is coming through
and the girl who just walked by
is beat as beat can be
if I had known what to say to her
I would have fallen down on my knee

Micky won't you be so sad
there's nothing you can do
but to wait around for people
who will sing this song as loud as you do

your left arm carries your bag
your right arm carries your soul
it's a miracle you don't tip over
it's a miracle you're there at all
don't you know, just a boy
don't you know that I need you
I would take you to the park
and make the gardener sing for you

Micky don't you be so sad
there's nothing you can do
but to read a lot of books
that will tell you nothing's ever new

yesterday I got away
to my favourite place to read
and I told the handsome waiter
I met a girl who looked just like me
she had the eyes of William Blake
and a fist made of wool
and the cigarette that she gave me
was the only thing that I could take

but Micky don't you be so sad
there's nothing you can do
you gotta hold on to your breath
and pretend that you're not turning blue