This Is A Story, It's Not Fantasy
Let Up To Us To Relate
One First Of April, Some Years Ago
Striver Steps Out Of His House
Springtime Sun Is Shining Down On The City
He Has To Take The Subway, Oh What A Pity

Puffing Publicity On Every Wall
Proclaiming The Best Way Of Life
It's Squandermania, It Is A Creed
You Must Believe Unreserved
Striver's Mind Is Somewhere Else In The Office
He Does Not Yet Know That He Will Be Flied Away

Life's A Gallop When You Play The Game
It's Oppressing When You're Being Screwed
Got To Learn It, So We'll Tell You Now
It'll Be The Day To File You Away
When Somebody Else Meets Your Soul
Don't Be Ashamed, You're Not To Blame
It's Gonna Come To All Of Us

Hey Mister Striver, You're All Alone
Down In The Dark
Le Jeu S'en Fait Et Rien Ne Va Plus Now
Are You Prepared ?
Prepared To Leave Your Presence
It's Just A Habit Of Convenience
To Keep The Old World Turning
We Mankind Still Are Learning
It Happened To Charlemagne
As Well As Monsieur Charles De Gaulle
And It Will Happen To You
Don't Worry You Are Not Alone
But If You Are Not Willing
You'll Have To Be !

Life's A Gallop When You Play The Game
It's Oppressing When You're Being Screwed
Got To Learn It, So We'll Tell You Now
It'll Be The Day To File You Away
When Somebody Else Meets Your Soul
Don't Be Ashamed, You're Not To Blame
It's Gonna Come To All Of Us

See Mister Striver, Seems Quite Upset
Just Can't Believe
Oh What In Hell Is Happening ?
It Seems To Be A Strange Thing
An Icy Voice Had Spoken
Out Of The Dark As Black As Pitch
Why Should It Be His Turn Now
Why Him, Why Him, Why To Him ?

He Gets Out Of The Door
Of His Nonsmoking Compartment
Nervously, Violently
Hurrying Along The Subterranean Metal
There Seems To Be A Duct Leading Upwards
Towards A Small Light
A Flight Of Winding Stairs
An Iron Door
A Passage
Another Door
Daylight
People !