I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factory   Where the paycheck's a breeze and I tell jokes in Portugese      The Spanish lady with the laze eye   Thinks back before my time   Danced around the avocado tree, a careless pirouette   Reaching for perfect fruit that hasn't fallen yet      And when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)      I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factory   Where money grows on trees   And I do whatever I please      The quiet widow with the worry nose combs her hair before she goes   Creamed corn and Pat Sajak; a Thursday rendevouz   Dream 'till the radio sings a familiar tune      And when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)      She's been staring at her hands for hours watching the lines take form   Begins the repetition of a weary life when a free spirit conforms      And when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)      I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factory   Where a required skill is building blocks of time to kill   Now I'm serving time in Iroquois Street assembly line