Flowerless Blooming Town

I’m bound to go to Flowerless Blooming Town
To test my first champagne
And a teaspoonful of hope

I’ll play my role as Chaplin’s living clown
Pretend my feature’s gone
To a three-foot loser’s doll

I’ll take no pants and soldiers
No boomerangs and dodgers
As she’s so pure

I’ll hang up my dead poet
They’ll realize it’s gorgeous
To taste the taste of freedom
In the evening’s setting Sun

She heard my call from Flowerless Blooming Town
I sent my greeting yup
But her will to live was gone

I found my show in New Yulp Pity Town
She left me just a loan
Of a feeling full of hope