Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
Sleep the clock around
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
There's a lot to be done while your head is still young
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Of the United States of calamity, hey
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
But the people are living far away from the place
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
To say, look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And could this be the time when somebody will come
Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
To get all fitted out for the paperback throne
In the morning you come to the ladies salon
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around
After all that you've done boy, I'm sure you're going to pay
Take a walk in the park, take a Valium pill
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
