Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing
 News had [bad word] 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, favorite melodies
 I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV'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
 Never thought I'd need so many people

 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
 soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
 cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
 And the [bad word] threw up at the sight of that

 I think I saw you in an ice cream parlor
 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
 Five years, what a surprise
 We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
 Five years, that's all we've got

 We've got five years, what a surprise
 Five years, stuck on my eyes
 We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
 Five years, that's all we've got

 We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
 Five years, what a surprise
 We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
 Five years, that's all we've got

 We've got five years, what a surprise
 We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
 We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
 Five years, that's all we've got

 Five years
 Five years
 Five years
 Five years