Life is my friend. Rake it up to take it in. Wrap me in your cinnamon. Especially in Michigan. ... well I could be your friend. White clouds I'm in. A mitten full of fisherman. C'mon Huckleberry Finn. Show me how to make her grin. ... well I'm in Michigan. Cry me a future. Where the revelations run amok. Ladies and gentlemen. Lions and tiger come running. Just to steal your luck. (A rainy Lithuanian. Who's dancing as an Indian. Painted in my tiger skin. Especially in Michigan). Double chins and bowling pins. Unholy Presbyterians. Land is full of medicine. I find it when I'm slipping in. ... into Michigan. (The tainted new libarian. Who fainted when she tucked you in. Let's float away like zeppelins. On stoic gusts of Northern Wind). Cry me a future. Where the revelations run amok. Ladies and gentlemen. Lions and tiger come running. Just to steal your luck. Out on the farm we'll be. Swimming with the mother duck. Deep in the mitten where. Lions and tiger come running. Just to steal your luck. Life is my friend. Underwater violins. Order now from Ho Chi Min. A porcelain that comes in twins. ... When I'm in Michigan. (Throw me in the looney bin. 'Cause I can take it on the chin. The cleavage of your pillow skin. Is moving like a violin). Cry me a future. Where the revelations run amok. Ladies and gentlemen. Lions and tiger come running. Just to steal your luck. Out on the farm we'll be. Swimming with the mother duck. Deep in the mitten where. Lions and tiger come running. Just to steal your luck