Some say April is the cruelest, and though I can be quite morose. The stiff who penned it on a fool's list of those who are chronically verbose When your head starts craning back And your breath comes short and fast The music of the spheres start to bounce and sing That's when you know you're swinging When your eyes roll back into your head And the sap of the trees on your fingers have bled Swooning to the charms of Mephisto's waltz That's when you know you've got some schmaltz When you've got the evil eye and unconsciously growl Your hands start shaking and you crouch and prowl These terryifing symptoms are a sure-fire sign That you're pimpin baby and your feeling fine When you make love to whomever you please And a bullet to the head feels like a soft warm breeze Red suit green suit they're all there scheming That's when you know you're dreaming Yes you're dreaming , you are dreaming I hope you are dreaming