They sang about Lucy ‘neath marmalade skies,

With slowly responding kaleidoscope eyes

That dwelt on the flowers of yellow and green,

Where the rocking horse people skipped to the scene.

 

But the cellophane diamonds were pie in the sky,

Made of marshmallow piled ever so high,

In newspaper taxis where we read it all,

And sun in your eyes kept your face to the wall.

 

The fountain’s still spouting there down by the bridge,

And people so cool ‘cause they live in a fridge;

But boats on the river have all had their day,

And Lucy has long since been taken away.

 

 

 

 

With apologies to Messrs Lennon & McCartney