Fools on parade 
Cavort and carry on 
For waiting eyes 
That you would rather be beside than in front of 
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares 

She swam out of tonight’s phantasm 
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear 
There's absolutely nothing for us here 
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night 
It's better than to get a reputation for miserable little tyke 
At least that’s the conclusion you/she (he’s said both) came to in this overture 

The secret door swings behind us 
She’s saying nothing 
She’s just giggling along 

Her arms were folded most indignant 
Not looking like she was soon to leave 
I had to squint in order to believe 
?? And then like a pull and push in on a bookshelf ?? 
I'm unveiling the unexpected 
How he was ever gonna look to her 
Should've been embarrassed and corrected 
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat 

The secret door swings behind us 
She's saying nothing 
She's just giggling along 
And even if they were to find us 
I wouldn't notice, [bad word] occupied 

At all the fools on parade 
Cavort and carry on 
For waiting eyes 
That you would rather be beside than in front of 
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares 
Fools on parade 
Frolic and [bad word] about to make her gaze 
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture 
That holds her options 
But you’re daft to think she'd care 

Fools on parade 
Fools on parade 
Fools on parade conduct a sing-along