Yello - 3rd Of June Lyrics
This is the 3rd of june, 1988A highly unimportant daySome airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over manhattanIn a downtown far away, mr. toomy, our face in a crowdThe city was slow and tiredThe wall street boys wearing their ties around their neckLike boxers towels after a fightMr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shopLooked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on itWhos that, whats that, what do you meanIll never know where I lost my dreamWhos that, whats that, gimme your name3rd of june, end of gameNo looking to the rightNo looking to the leftLenny is a target and always on trackLenny is a target and nobody shootsLenny is a target lost the routeRuins of a childs old fantasyRuins of a child was [? ]Lenny is a target and nobody shootsLenny is a target lost the routeWhos that, whats that, what do you meanIll never know when I lost my dreamWhos that, whats that, gimme your name3rd of june, end of gameMr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shopLooked at his faceTook off his jacketPut it on the pavementStepped on itAnd started preaching like a monk from another worldAfter some minutes, he had a little crowdWhich dissappeared when a police car passed by slowlyLike rolling gloomAnd mr. toomy throws his voice til he was the only one in the areaAt this early night of june 3rd, 1988Whos that, whats that, what do you meanIll never know when I lost my dreamWhos that, whats that, gimme your name3rd of june, end of game
