Life is my friend, rake it up to take it in Wrap me in your cinnamon, especially in Michigan Well, I could be your friend White clouds, I’m in a mitten full of fisherman C’mon, Huckleberry Finn, show me how to make her grin Well, I’m in Michigan
Cry me a future where the revelations run amok Ladies and gentlemen Lions and tigers come running just to steal your luck Uh-uck, uh-uck
(A rainy Lithuanian, who’s dancing as an Indian) (Painted in my tiger skin, especially in Michigan) Double chins and bowling pins, unholy Presbyterians Land is full of medicine, I find it when I’m slipping in (The tainted new librarian, who fainted when she tucked you in) Well, I’m in Michigan (Let’s float away like zeppelins on stoic gusts of Northern wind)
Cry me a future where the revelations run amok Ladies and gentlemen Lions and tigers come running just to steal your luck Uh-uck, uh-uck Out on the farm, we’ll be swimming with the mother duck Deep in the mitten Where lions and tigers come running just to steal your luck Uh-uck, uh-uck
Life is my friend, underwater violins Order now from Ho Chi Min, a porcelain that comes in twins (Throw me in the loony bin, ’cause I can take it on the chin) When I’m in Michigan (The cleavage of your pillow skin is moving like a violin)
Cry me a future where the revelations run amok Ladies and gentlemen Lions and tigers come running just to steal your luck Uh-uck, uh-uck
Out on the farm, we’ll be swimming with the mother duck Deep in the mitten Where lions and tigers come running just to steal your luck Uh-uck, uh-uck Yeah