I mistook you for a stranger my lady in a golden outfit
I mistook you for a stranger my lady in a cornflake steamboat 

refrain:
I mistook you for a stranger my lady in a golden outfit
I mistook you for a stranger my lady in a steamboat lala 

marching in when the saints go marching in
he was longing there a man who had 10 000 acres
but it was more than washed away
you could barely see the scrapes
marching in when the saints go marching in 

barking at the moon again
he was longing there a man with everything, you name it
but the love he threw away when it became a pound at waist
was haunting him and barking at the moon behind him 

these dawning days are [bad word] 
it's [bad word] of the age that bothers you
just like everybody
you planed it in your room: to guys in a time machine
they'll plug into your world from a moonlit sky
and I wonder if you ever really noticed it but
somehow things make sense
although you don't know why 

I mistook you for a stranger my lady in a golden outfit
I mistook you for a stranger my lady in a stoneflake steamboat 

refrain