Stars on parade

There's a story about this kid named Sid
and he was born to be wild
I save cigarette butts for a monkey
in a mountain and I looked around
some kind of friend went out one night
walking in the premarital world the wicked world
don't you ever wear my clothes again

Stars on Parade!

When I was a little happy
happy, happy, happy
you wanted to be somebody
but you ain't no [funk?]
bomb bursting in air
gave proof through the night
jail babe don't you know i can't
hovering comes to mind
somehow describing hovering becomes
important in a cold hard world
it's [a very?] like a rose, like a rose
like a monkey in a blue bayou
like a complete unknown
like the wild wind blowing in the stars
I'm looking for a nice girl
there was this big guy
since I lost my smile
and your heart is weary

Stars on Parade!