When your riverboat's rocking in the rain
And it's midnight too
You got busted in the raid
And your parents can't pull you through
Don't go wearing long hair
When you're down on Eglinton Avenue
They got some hungry mounties there
And they really make a mess outa you

Now if you see Isabela
Please tell her thanks a lot
They tore her down
From coffee shop to hippie squat
Our transient bases
All end up as a vacant lot
Now the made-up waitress
Won't even bring the coffee pot

Old Mother Goose
She lives with her enormous brood
She got so many children
Is there anyone she hasn't screwed?
But they're all so small
You'd think they were deprived of food
They can move to a shoe
When Tom Thumb has his parole reviewed

In the entertainments section
Lies the key to fortune and fame
Just read some Raymond Chandler
Get started in the gumshoe game
Hold yourself to ransome
Your parents will settle your claim
They kidnapped their own folks
And man they expect the same

Well, back up in Toronto
I'm keeping soul music alive
Ain't a soul in the streets or the bars
Though it's minus thirty-five
That's the chill from the critics
Who gather to plot and connive
So many power breakfasts
End up in a swallow dive

I started out on half-n-half
But soon hit the semi-skimmed
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When it came to piss downwind
But the joke was on me
And everybody else just grinned
I'm going back to the Farmers Market
I do believe that have sinned