The yellow walls are live with torch-lit sunlight
Got my new red-fashioned leather jacket
All these poses
Such beautiful poses
Make city boys feel like picking up roses
~~~
There's never been such brave a matter as when
Wearing our new brand-name black sunglasses
All these poses
Such beautiful poses
Make city boys feel as pretty as princes
~~~
The green autumnal park's conducting and
The city street's a wondrous chorus
singing all these poses
Such beautiful poses
Life is a game and true love is a trophy
~~~
You say watch my head about it
Baby, you say watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no kidding
~~~
We climb among these packs of reasons for
to smoke the days away into the evenings
All these poses
Of classical torture
Ruin my mind like the snake in the orchard
~~~
And I go from wanting to be someone
Now I'm drunken wearing flip-flops on 5th Avenue
Once you've fallen
From classical virtue
Won't have a soul til I wake up and hold you
~~~
We climb among these packs of reasons for
to smoke the days away into the evenings
All these poses
Now no longer boyish
May be a man, but who cares what that is
~~~
You said watch my head about it
Baby, you said wash my head about it
My head about it
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no
~~~
And you said watch my head about it
Baby, you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no, no kidding