The Future

Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told

I'm gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told

I'm gonna say please, missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold

Hurry your deck of cards and your crystal ball

For there you will see that you will pray for light

The future will almost certainly be whatever you want it to be

But with rockets and picks, from music and jetsam

There's no butt that you can push, and push

Let your imagination burst into flame

And it will let you do whatever you damn well to do, do, do

Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand that I could use

To draw a melody, from that enchanted blade of grass

And cheese and wood and wind and sea

I would stand there, dig a grave, and quietly say

Ladies and Gentlemen, play for me, play for me