Some say April is the cruelest   And though I can be quite morose   The stiff who penned it on a fool's list   Of those who are chronically verbose      When your head starts craning back   And your breath comes short and fast   The music of the spheres start to bounce and sing   That's when you know you're swinging      When your eyes roll back into your head   And the sap from the trees on your fingers have bled   Swooning to the charms of Mephisto's waltz   That's when you know you've got some schmaltz      When you've got the evil eye and unconsciously growl   Your hands start shaking and you crouch and prowl   These terrifying symptoms are a sure fire sign   That you're pimping, baby and you're feeling fine      When you make love to whomever you please   And a bullet to the head feels like a soft warm breeze   Red suit, green suit, they're all there scheming   That's when you know you're dreaming   Yes, you're dreaming, you are dreaming   I hope you are dreaming