It’s been raining and I’ve been stuck inside   Umbrella’s got me nervous and both my shoes untied   I could stand right here and I could gaze at the row-house loop   I’m looking for a man selling visual onion soup      So I walk on      I started this thing like a naive touristic hound   But the pavement blocks my sight with both knees on the ground   So I hold my eyes just as wide as I could keep   Because the Eggman cracked his shell right upon this street      And he lives on   Through all his fine songs      So I walked around like I knew the way   I smiled and I waved   Like I was king for the day   So confident and brave   And there was a man who spoke of peace   That we so gratefully observed    Until we lost him in the street      But oh no, you took the wrong man   My God! What have you done man?      There’s a quiet spot where the air is cold   So the story’s told   A place where the ending would unfold   Just twenty-two years old   And there met a man who spoke of peace   That we so gratefully observed    Until we lost him in the street      But oh no, you took the wrong man   My God! What have you done man?   Oh no this wasn’t in the plan   My God! What have you done man?