I believe all that I read now   Night has come off the corners   Shadows flicker, sweet and tame   Dancing like crazy mourners      A man with the hot dogs sells lemonade   Someone over there needs first aid   While me and the rest of the world   Await the touch of the motorcade      No one finds time to turn a blind eye   You can't be too careful nowadays   And my friend says   "Listen to the stupid things they're making you say"      Here comes the motorcade, moving so slow and hard   Like a snake in a closet, holding sway in the boulevard   Here is your man, all faces turn unanimously   The small fry who sizzle in his veins, in all security      Here is your man, all faces turn unanimously   The small fry who sizzle in his veins, in all security      In the back of his car   Into the null and void he shoots   The man at the center of the motorcade   Has learned to tie his boots      In the back of his car   In the null and void he sees   The man at the center of the motorcade   Can choose between coffee and tea      In the boulevard, the motorcade hold sway   In the boulevard, the motorcade hold sway   In the boulevard, the motorcade hold sway   In the boulevard, the motorcade hold sway