Last Stage For Silverworld

| | Once the Hobos come around Your silver walls come tumblin' down Watch the flashing colors shine Bound to make you color blind . Wear the brightest colors that dazzle in the sun And load your Indian chariots with flower-guns With passion fruits and marigolds And randy dogs and horny toads And babies born with Gemini eyes Roll your painted wagons along the rainbow roads With grey unflashy hashy cats and lorry loads Of semi-stoney semi-nudes With thoughts to lay on silver dudes And ladies blessed with feminine eyes | Silverworld, Once the Hobos come around Your silver walls come tumblin' down Watch the flashing colors shine | Bound to make you color blind Hi-ind . I---ind .. .. .. <> . Wear cosmic cosmetics across your rosy cheeks And bring along mad witches and some fable freaks Daring gay young delegates Smoking chains of apple straights And gentlemen wearing Bimini ties Last stage for Silverworld, we're leaving right on time We'll show 'em how to change their style and make a rhyme To bite a fruit and raise a tree To play a flute in harmony And feel in general chim-i-ney high | Silverworld, Once the Hobos come around Your silver walls come tumblin' down Watch the flashing colors shine | Bound to make you color blind Hi-ind . I---ind .. Would you care to take a ride up through the Meadow of Content Where birds of faith fly sideways and hope is heaven-sent | ---- Once the Hobos come around Your silver walls come tumblin' down Watch the flashing colors shine | Bound to make you color blind Hi-ind . I---ind .. | | Hi-ind . I---ind .. Hi-ind . I---ind .. <> ©1973 Kangaroo Music Charted by Dexex