MICKEY    NO KIDS OUT ON THE STREET TODAY.    YOU COULD BE LIVING ON SHE MOON.    MAYBE EVERYBODY'S PACKED THEIR BAGS    AND MOVED AWAY    GONNA BEA LONG. LONG. LONG    SUNDAY AFTERNOON       JUST KILLING TIME ANO KICKING CANS AROUND    TRY TO REMEMBER JOKES I KNEW,    I TELL'EM TO MYSELF,    BUT THEY'RE NOT FUNNY SINCE I FOUND    IT'S GONNA BE A LONG, LONG, LONG    SUNDAY AFTERNOON       MY BEST FRIEND    ALWAYS HAD SWEETS TO SHARE,    KNEW EVERY WORD IN THE DICTIONARY    HE WAS CLEAN, NEAT AND TIDY    FROM MONDAY TO FRIDAY,    I WISH THAT I COULD BE LIKE    WEAR CLEAN CLOTHES, TALK PROPERLY LIKE    DO SUMS AND HISTORY LIKE       EDWARD/MICKEY    MY FRIEND    MY FRIEND       EDWARD    MY BEST FRIEND    HE COULD SWEAR LIKE A SOLDIER    YOU WOULD LAUGH TILL YOU DIED    AT THE STORIES HE TOLD Y'    HE WAS UNTIDY    FROM MONDAY TO FRIDAY    I WISH THAT I COULD BE LIKE    KICK A BALL AND CLIMB A TREE LIKE    RUN AROUND WITH DIRTY KNEES LIKE       EDWARD/MICKEY    MY FRIEND    MY FRIEND       MICKEY    FEELS LIKE EVERYBODY STAYED IN BED    OR MAYBE I WOKE TOO SOON.    AM I THE LAST SURVIVOR    IS EVERYBODY DEAD?    ON THIS LONG, LONG, LONG    SUNDAY AFIERNOON