Johanna drove slowly into the city
The Hudson River all filled with snow
She spied the ring on his Honor's finger
Oh-oh-oh

thousand years in one piece of silver
She took it from his lily white hand
Showed no fear – she'd seen the thing

In the Young Men's Wing at Sloan-Kettering

Look outside at the [bad word]  say oh
Look outside at the [bad word]  say oh

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
His Honor drove southward seeking exotica
Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico
Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas
Oh-oh-oh

I saw Johanna down in the subway
She took an apartment in Washington Heights
Half of the ring lies here with me
But the other half's at the bottom of the sea

Look outside at the [bad word]  say oh
Look outside at the [bad word]  say oh
Look outside at the [bad word]  say oh
Look outside at the [bad word]  say oh

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!