Stars On Parade - Daniel Johnston

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

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 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!