Wake up, Annie, get your gun
Let's go to the ballgame, bright lights on 42nd street
Comet over Broadway, the singing kids and small town girls
Kiki, the gang's all here, three cheers for the girls and dames
Wonder bar of gold diggers, gold diggers
Whoopee, the gang's all here, and there's a cabin in the sky

A cabin in the sky

Wake up, the gang's all here, Kiki and gold diggers
Bright lights on 42nd street
Coming over Broadway - the singing kids and small town girls

Changing the lane by the Palisades Park
As the clapperboard snapped for the darkest scene you've ever made
A kowtowing king trying to call his old mother
From the Lighthouse Café by the spring bud convertible flames

I watched the movies over and over again
Replayed the scenes I cannot understand
The misery behind the symmetry, forever haunted by the trumpets

A cabin in the sky